Caliban - Bastard Son of the Obscene (thedarklinglord) wrote,
Caliban - Bastard Son of the Obscene
thedarklinglord

Good morning, Vietnam!

There's a new photographer at the paper...and she is Vietnamese.

Mmmm...Vietnamese...

And on a completely unrelated note, don'tcha just love Neruda? Yes, I know, he's the antithesis of my usual doom and gloom demeanor, but it's just too lovely a day, too lovely a world, to dwell in darkness.

"The Potter"

Your whole body has
a fullness or a gentleness destined for me.

When I move my hand up
I find in each place a dove
that was seeking me, as
if they had, love, made you of clay
for my own potter's hands.

Your knees, your breasts,
your waist
are missing parts of me like the hollow
of a thirsty earth
from which they broke off
a form,
and together
we are complete like a single river,
like a single grain of sand.

~ Pablo Neruda
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