April 28, 2010

Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Pablo Neruda, 1924

6 comments:

amourissima said...

How beautiful! That is my favorite time of year- when the trees come to blossom. We still don't have leaves yet or what we do have is really very young and sparse. To be 100% honest- it's snowing right now.

This is a welcomed image for me! I can smell it from here... Mmmmmm

Bee said...

How sexy . . .
I always wonder how anyone canNOT like spring best.

I just got back to England and the world's all abloom.

Giulia said...

You know how I love Pablo. Man, he looked like a frog (I think they're cute, but you know what I mean) but the way he talked...he got the ladies, no problem.

Our blossoms are long gone here...but they were lovely of course. We have azaleas blazing everywhere & still some dogwoods,

Wow, it's so windy here. I have to shut down the laptop. Walked in just in time.

ciao Pup

Sandra Leigh said...

Ah, it had to be Neruda. I met a fellow in Mexico a few years ago who admitted that he had been sending his girlfriend Neruda's poems without acknowledging the source. A disaster waiting to happen, but rather touching, nonetheless.

And isn't it wonderful, the erotic power of metaphor?

The Clever Pup said...

Sandra - how very Il Postino!

Monica said...

ooh, ya quoted neruda and i visited...

muy bien