“Art washes away from the soul the dust of
everyday life”  – Pablo Picasso

I’ll have some delicious food photos later this weekend but until then, here’s a bit of trunk we cut off our christmas tree. I love what looks like the number 4 – as if a secret message.

“Clenched
Soul”  by Pablo Neruda

We
have lost even this twilight.

No
one saw us this evening hand in hand

while
the blue night dropped on the world.

I
have seen from my window

the
fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes
a piece of sun

burned
like a coin in my hand.

I
remembered you with my soul clenched

in
that sadness of mine that you know.

Where
were you then?

Who
else was there?

Saying
what?

Why
will the whole of love come on me suddenly

when
I am sad and feel you are far away?

The
book fell that always closed at twilight

and
my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always,
always you recede through the evenings

toward
the twilight erasing statues.