Here I am, again writing about how much I love summer, especially the one I spend by the sea. The moment I sighted this dress I new how perfectly it would blend with the sea, I saw how flawlessly it would move on the wind, slowly and aimlessly. I imagined wearing it for a walk to the port, I imagined swirling around elegant yachts dreaming about sailing away. And as my summer days go by, I am only left to daydream…Somewhere between dreams and reality, Pablo Neruda found his way to my heart with a simplest poem of all, leaving me breathless and wondering how perfectly words can be put together. Closest to my heart, his words will forever be…and so I hope they will eventually find their way to yours, too.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Sandals: Forever 21
Bag: Mum’s vintage