Camilla and Thomas

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Camilla

Anonymous said...: It's today: all of yesterday dropped away
Among the fingers of the light and your sleeping eyes.
Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps;
No one can stop the river of the dawn.

No one can stop the river of your hands,
Your eyes and their sleepiness, my daughter.
You are the trembling of time, which passes
Between the vertical light and the evening sky.

The sky folds its wings over you,
lifting you, carrying you to my arms
with its warm, mysterious embrace.

That's why I sing to the day and to the moon,
to the sea, to time, to all the planets,
to your little voice, to your gentle skin.

- Pablo Neruda

xoxo Arden; 7:31 PM