sunday pleasures I

celebrating sunday morning

wieder grau und diesig. in den nächsten tagen soll es frieren. zitrone ins treppenhaus gerettet. in der küche dünstet der spinat für den maultaschen-auflauf. der kaffeetisch ist gedeckt, die torten werden mitgebracht. ella fitzgerald singt sanfte balladen.

gedanken am morgen

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Pablo Neruda