>> Tuesday, November 27, 2012
No man has ever made me feel the way Pablo Neruda has.
I vividly remember unwrapping a gift from years ago. It was a book of his poems. Surely, I had known his poems from random sources but I didn't really had his book until then. Gingerly, I took the book out of its pure white wrapping and took off its gold flecks. I sat in my favorite velvet chair and started to read. Out loud.
And then I almost fell out of my chair.