Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet XVII"

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.


Translated by: Mark Eisner
via : sharing poetry

Another cupcakes but I still call it MUFFIN

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ~~~

though I can't told you as directly as I can but I keep trying  to tell you "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU"

I don't know, probably it's just -a-friend-tell-happy-birthday-to-her-friend- just it

I promise, I keep trying to make it all normally as fast as I can, as best as I can.

but everything can't change as fast as you want, everything need process and I need the process for make my feelings be normally as you want

I know, and really know you'll never read this post, and I know it's so stupid because I know an I make this so useless.

actually I don't know why I keep writing for this post

but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ~~~

I wish nothing but the best for you.





sincerely,



shofi