I have always been a fan of Pablo Neruda and his extraordinary work. this one is my favorite and holds a special place in my heart. This verse makes me want to believe that there are still a few hopeless romantics like myself out there.
In today’s world where a whats app message or voice recording takes precedence over a handwritten ‘dinner is ready’ or ‘i miss you’, i beg to differ. Of course there is nothing wrong in using technology to communicate but somehow i feel one looses the personal touch when their is a medium other than pen and paper involved. Is it just me and my old school beliefs or do you actually agree?
Think about it, how many of us actually saved a cheesy love note an old crush passed through a mutual friend hidden away between pages of an old book? Are poems professing your love shared only When love was innocent and didn’t know of boundaries? do those cheesy rhyming lines only bring a smile to your face in your teenage years? or have people lost the true meaning of love and what it feels like to be in love that writing a few rhyming words seems such a difficult task?
If love is eternal, I will forever be buried in Pablo Neruda’s painfully perfect lost art.