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I do not love you as if you were a 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.
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san na kaneis ena ostnymo ma synama gohteftiko taksidi sto xrono einai oi eikones aftes osa aggizeis, ta aggizeis me sevasmo kai afta paradinwntai sto fako sou me tropo ksexwristo
Marii from Papua New Guinea