Neruda

Apr 17, 2007 01:13

My fingers fight writing. Pablo, you said you could write the saddest lines; if only I had your skill. Majestic to conjure sadness in a string of words, and it's already been said. I cannot compete with you. I cannot.

I cannot. That is my saddest line.

I cannot.

"The night is shattered, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." - XX from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
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