{"id":2564,"date":"2007-12-24T14:47:00","date_gmt":"2007-12-24T12:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/juno-magic.fancrone.net\/blog\/2007\/12\/24\/love-xxiv"},"modified":"2009-01-18T15:10:19","modified_gmt":"2009-01-18T14:10:19","slug":"love-xxiv","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/juno-magic.fancrone.net\/blog\/2007\/12\/24\/love-xxiv","title":{"rendered":"Love XXIV"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“Love at first sight is easy to understand; it’s when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.”<\/p>\n

– Amy Bloom<\/p>\n

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”<\/p>\n

– Ana\u00c3\u00afs Nin\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Sonneto XXIV<\/b><\/p>\n

Amor, amor, las nubes a la torre del cielo
\nsubieron como triunfantes lavanderas,
\ny todo ardi\u00c3\u00b3 en azul, todo fue estrella:
\nel mar, la nave, el d\u00c3\u00ada se desterraron juntos. <\/p>\n

Ven a ver los cerezos del agua constelada
\ny la clave redonda del r\u00c3\u00a1pido universo,
\nven a tocar el fuego del azul instant\u00c3\u00a1neo,
\nven antes de que sus p\u00c3\u00a9talos se consuman. <\/p>\n

No hay aqu\u00c3\u00ad sino luz, cantidades, racimos,
\nespacio abierto por las virtudes del viento
\nhasta entregar los \u00c3\u00baltimos secretos de la espuma. <\/p>\n

Y entre tantos azules celestes, sumergidos,
\nse pierden nuestros ojos adivinando apenas
\nlos poderes del aire, las llaves submarinas.<\/p>\n

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Sonnet XXIV<\/b><\/p>\n

Love, love, the clouds went up to the tower of the sky
\nlike triumphant washerwomen,
\nand it all glowed blue, all like a single star,
\nthe sea, the ship,the day were all exiled together.<\/p>\n

Come see the cherries of the water in the weather,
\nthe round key to the universe,which is so quick:
\ncome touch the fire of this momentary blue,
\nbefore its petals wither.<\/p>\n

There’s nothing here but light,quantities, clusters,
\nspace opened by the graces of the wind
\ntill it gives up the final secret of the foam.<\/p>\n

Among so many blues-heavenly blues, sunken blues-
\nour eyes are a little confused:
\nthey can hardly divine the powers of the air, the keys to the secrets in the sea.<\/p>\n

– Pablo Neruda\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And some more love sonnets XXIV:<\/p>\n

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