Between honey and pain

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“The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are bees
that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no net.
They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones.”

(Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day)

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16 thoughts on “Between honey and pain

  1. I really like – “EL HONDERO ENTUSIASTA” P. Neruda.[“Hago girar mis brazos como dos aspas locas…
    en la noche toda ella de metales azules…”]
    life has a flavor of sweet – sour…
    The only thing that I fear, are the people and events That have the eyes of Medusa.
    My Dear Kari – your photos… It’s like the essence of words. it is perfect!

  2. Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood. (Helen Keller)

    Beautiful serie, Kari.

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