Saturday, November 12, 2011



these words:

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 do not know any other way of loving but this--
in which there is no I or you.
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand.
so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Pablo Neruda

this recipe:

creamy baked eggs & vanilla cardamom french toast

this video:
josh vogel

1 comment:

  1. That is one of my favorite sonnets by sweet and gentle.