Pablo Neruda

who'da thought this sexy beast could seduce so well with words?

witness the following:


LOVE SONNET XIV

i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair

silent and starving, i prowl through the streets

bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me

all day i hunt for the liquid measure of your steps

i hunger for your sleek laugh

for your hands, the colour of a savage harvest

i hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails

i want to eat your skin like a whole almond

i want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face

i want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes

so i prowl about hungry, sniffing the twilight

hunting for you, for your hot heart

like a puma in the barrens of the Quitratue

My Very Second Post

If I may say, Google is the hottest thing this side-a sliced bread. In other news, I'd better think of some witticisms to give this blog a mission. I'm thinking my inane ramblings and rantings will be enough to keep this thing up and running, paired with some new links from whatever site I find marvy and whatever pictures I find endearing. That'll be that.
So. Peace out for now. At least you know what to expect.

My Very First Post

Well hello there, friends, romans and countrypeople! The Gadfli here, with her very own little bloggety blog. And no idea what she will do with this opportunity, if it IS an opportunity. The key element is that of surprise, but who am i surprising?
hmmmmmmmm....
In any case, I'm here with rum in hand and lots of love for the world around me. This is only a test anyway, so why worry that I have nothing interesting to say?