_Snow_ Digital Photography, Beauty, Human figure, Digital, 40x60cm Digital volto donna neve beaty Added 11 years ago 11 I Like I don't like 4 Comments 174 Visits Share Facebook Twitter Google + Has been liked by 11 Forma Artist - Belgrade, Serbia ZOA Artist - Vibo Valentia, Italy Libra Larki Artist - Montréal, Canada Angela Loennig Artist - Athens, Greece Enrica Caula Artist - Termoli, Italy vittoria badaracco Artist - Chiavari, Italy Anastasia Rapantzikou Artist - Athens, Greece giulio micheletti Artist - Roma, Italy Fabio Cappellini Artist, Photographer, Journalist - Pistoia, Italy celestino sebastiao Artist - London, United Kingdom Nicci Artist, Designer, Painter - Vienna, Austria Comments 4 11 years ago Libra Larki Artist Leaning into the Afternoons by Pablo Neruda http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWl4_SQ5t7g Leaning Into The Afternoons Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man's. I send out red signals across your absent eyes that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse. You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges. Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes. The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. The night gallops on its shadowy mare shedding blue tassels over the land. Pablo Neruda 11 years ago Wanda D'Onofrio Artist bella bella 11 years ago benny Artist bella 11 years ago Nicci Artist, Designer, Painter Brilliant! Say something You must login or Sign Up to write a comment Join
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWl4_SQ5t7g
Leaning Into The Afternoons
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.
Pablo Neruda
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