Northern Chile - elkins
Pablo Neruda's neighborhood. Bella Vista, Chile.

"I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire...

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself...

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don't know any other way to love

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams."

-Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda's neighborhood. Bella Vista, Chile.

"I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire...

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself...

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don't know any other way to love

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams."

-Pablo Neruda