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Aylin Argun ~ ..

Aylin Argun ~ ..

I love the mystery of this piece, as well as the erotic undercurrent. And the teddy bears.

Happy Sunday.

How many times, love, I loved you sight unseen.  Perhaps unrecalled.
Not recognizing your glance, without looking at you, my centaur,
in the odd region here and there, in the burning mid-day.
It was just the smell of the grain in you that I loved.
Maybe I did see you, or supposed you passing by lifting a glass
in Angol, in the June moonlight.
Or were you the waist of that guitar
I played in the shadows, that rang out like the unmeasured sea?

I loved you not knowing it, and searched for your memory.
With a lantern I broke into abandoned houses to steal your likeness,
though I already knew what you were like.  Then, suddenly,

when you were there with me I touched you, and my life stopped.
You stood before me, you took dominion like a queen,
like a wildfire in the forest, and the flame is your dominion.

—Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XXII

Lost In The Humming Air by Harold Budd and Brian Eno