milkshakes and Bloom

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These scenes always make me swoon and reminds me of this Neruda poem that I love.

I want to know if you come with me
toward not walking
and not speaking.
I want no communication;
finally going with someone to see pure
air, rays of light over the daily sea
or a landbound object
and finally having nothing to trade
without goods to furnish as the
colonizers had,
exchanging coupons for silence.
I argue: I give you mine
with one provision: that we not
understand each other

The Author

artist. homebody. cinephile. slow book collector.

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