{"id":2351,"date":"2007-06-04T10:21:00","date_gmt":"2007-06-04T10:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2007\/06\/04\/there-is-always\/"},"modified":"2007-06-04T10:21:00","modified_gmt":"2007-06-04T10:21:00","slug":"there-is-always","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2007\/06\/04\/there-is-always\/","title":{"rendered":"there is always"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-right: 10px\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/525973640\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm2.static.flickr.com\/1231\/525973640_090e5eb184.jpg\" width=\"335\" height=\"500\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,<br \/>\nor the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.<br \/>\nI love you as certain things are to be loved,<br \/>\nin secret, between the shadow and the soul.<\/p>\n<p>I love you as the plant that never blooms,<br \/>\nbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.<br \/>\nThanks to your love a certain fragrance,<br \/>\nrisen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.<\/p>\n<p>I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,<br \/>\nI love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,<br \/>\nso I love you because I know no other way than this:<br \/>\nwhere &#8220;I&#8221; does not exist, nor &#8220;you&#8221;<br \/>\nSo close that your hand on my chest is my hand,<br \/>\nSo close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.<\/p>\n<p>-Pablo Neruda<\/p>\n<p>The Boy is coming back for a visit near the end of June. <\/p>\n<div style=\"CLEAR: both\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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 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 &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2007\/06\/04\/there-is-always\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;there is always&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[1115,1451,41,128,1450],"class_list":["post-2351","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-angeles","tag-neruda","tag-photography","tag-poetry","tag-warmth"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2351","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2351"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2351\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2351"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2351"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2351"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}