#lxxix

[blvckxmith]

LXXIX

[words-and-coffee]

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mine and let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: LXXIX

[epica-fantasia-ilustrada]

[blvckxmith]

LXXIX

[richardanarchist]

Soneto LXXIX

De noche, amada, amarra tu corazón al mío y que ellos en el sueño derroten las tinieblas como un doble tambor combatiendo en el bosque contra el espeso muro de las hojas mojadas.

Nocturna travesía, brasa negra del sueño interceptando el hilo de las uvas terrestres con la puntualidad de un tren descabellado que sombra y piedras frías sin cesar arrastrara.

Por eso, amor, amárrame el movimiento puro, a la tenacidad que en tu pecho golpea con las alas de un cisne sumergido,

para que a las preguntas estrelladas del cielo responda nuestro sueño con una sola llave, con una sola puerta cerrada por la sombra.

Pablo Neruda

[zeroexiii]

Нортт 79 

[mixandra14]

“Si tu veux comprendre le mot, il faut l’entendre comme récompense et non comme but, car alors il n’a point de signification. Pareillement je sais qu’une chose est belle, mais je refuse la beauté comme un but.”

...j’ai toujours conçu que le bonheur leur venait, comme la beauté à la statue, pour n’avoir point été cherché.

“Tel homme est heureux dans la paix, tel autre est heureux dans la guerre, etc.”

[indrikis]

! -- felicitousxfeather

— ☩   All it took was one stone, hidden from eyesight, to trip him. He had remained still even after the frontal impact, with only his fingers twitching as a poor, unmatched reaction. On one hand was a satchel with strings along the rim; they were loose, and there were a few shoots of green poking out of the mouth. They did not work, obviously... The chocobos did not show signs of want, nor of curiosity.            The slow rise and fall of his back signaled a quiet sigh, which was accompanied with a few strained coughs. Whether they were out of irritation or tiredness, it was difficult to determine.