I love the things,
with their infinite details,
each one with its own
invisible soul,
tingling with the light
of simple perfection.
Pablo Neruda – Ode to Common Things, 1954
I love the things,
with their infinite details,
each one with its own
invisible soul,
tingling with the light
of simple perfection.
Pablo Neruda – Ode to Common Things, 1954