13 June, 2014Kent Kedisi on by : Kent Kedisi Tags: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Beck, Chris Cornell, Dolunay, Franz Kafka, Frida Kahlo, Jack White, Marcel Proust, Pablo Neruda, Yengeç
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.