you heard the murmur of a broken heart.

not entertaining the idea 
of 
romantic love
till i see you again

nun-hearted 
for a season

withdrawn/withholding
for a reason.

There are countries, there are rivers, in your eyes, .. 

Pablo is quite the romantic,
his rich life filled with love,longing,gaining,
loosing,glorious victories and utter heartache.


Pen and Ink
Survival 
Set
And he says:

"Maybe nothingness IS 
to be without 
your presence?


without you moving
and
slicing the noon"


how deep it runs,how long i sing

-You are like the night, 
with its stillness and constellations.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
 but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers

And you hear me from far away, 
and my voice does not reach you:
 Let me come to be still in you silence.

Among so many blues-
heavenly blues, 
sunken blues-
 our eyes are a little confused:

you are a laughing piano 
with every human note;

everything dropped away,
 except your eyes

Not seeing you 
And you not coming, 
You were breathing close to me forever.

That time was like never, 
and like always. 
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.

I said it again:
 Come with me,as if I were dying

no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth 
or the blood that rose into the silence .

After everything, I will love you As if it were always before As if, after so much waiting,

You among all beings have the right to see me weak.

1. "Here we are at last face to face, we have met, we have lost nothing." 

V I I

   Come with me, I said, and no one knew
where, or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barcaroles for me,
only a wound that love had opened.

I said it again : Come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth
or the blood that rose into the silence.
O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!

That is why, when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me, it was as if you had let loose
the grief, the love, the fury of a cork-trapped wine

the geysers flooding from deep in its vault:
in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,
of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.