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Monday, February 13, 2012

of love and things

The arguments against Valentine’s Day are all crap. Especially the one where someone says, “how can you pick one day a year to show your love and then not do it all year round, that’s fake. It’s not genuine.” Usually these people won’t say  this about Christmas and Jesus, they won’t say  this about birthdays and themselves and they won’t say this about independence days and their countries.

I don’t think it’s corny to buy flowers especially since as the guy you only have them at the beginning of the day; the resulting hay fever is never a pox on your house. There’s nothing wrong with a movie or a dinner, there’s nothing wrong with a gift so well thought out it makes everything else pale in significance. Sometimes the only argument for something isn’t words, logic or rationalisation; it is not contradiction, dissent or falsification. Actions speak louder than words and though these actions are words… the argument  is it can lead to such thought.

From Kevin to Stacey…

Sonnet 17

by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I nor you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep
it is your eyes that close.