I'm obsessed with Pablo Neruda today

I am actually at the office on a Sunday, supposed to be working out a budget, writing like six newsletter articles and my portion of a proposal, and 90 million other things, and all I can do is pore over my little book, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. I love it so much.

You have no idea how much I wish I could really read and appreciate these poems in Spanish instead of just the translations. I try, though, back and forth, English-Spanish, English-Spanish. I even read them aloud in Spanish with my horrible pronunciation and inflection and pretend like maybe it sounds beautiful.