On Emo....

Contrary to popular belief, I do have emotions too.

This is proof that I appreciate the idea of romanticism... well, from a Chilean activist's point of view...

Sonnet XVII
by: Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto

I do not love you as if you were 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.