pablo neruda and the baring of souls
April 16, 2007
catesbool
630 p.m. office. lights outside. vertical horizon playing out loud in my office. ghosts inside getting restless as they try to make noises to scare me out.
but neruda takes precedence over everything today. kuya’s blog echoes in my mind. now i’ve caught his sentimental mood. and i am looking at the white walls of my office.
who’s to say what’s on my mind? pearls cannot reflect them. beyond work, i proceed in a sleepy state of semi drunkenness. a result, in large part, of the soul i lost when i sold it for some nickels and pence.
the girl with the pearl earrings looks at me with that blank expression on her face. but her eyes reveal everything. i wonder…
spring comes to help us be reborn. now that i am here, spring is but a distant memory. i smile as i read through one of my mails. i know, i have made the correct decisions after all. the pearls, pablo neruda, my soul… they all beat the same rhythm. the girl will continue to touch lives with her quiet stare. the letters keep coming and i know that like them, so have i.
life is becoming. i am again one with life. my haze is now in violets. i still hate rainbows. but i am laughing now… rays of light do come in through the windows. and silent as a bulb, i will grow…
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