14 August 2012



In that instant the books stopped,
and friendship, treasure restlessly amassed,
the transparent house that you and i built,
everything dropped away, except your eyes.

Evil eye.

Cien sonetos de Amor.

A small piece of 100 love sonnets by Pablo Neruda. Quick pencil drawing.

translated from spanish:
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the colour of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes.