The morning is full of storm
in the heart of summer.
The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of
goodbye,
the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands.
The numberless heart of the wind
beating above our loving silence.
Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees
like a language full of war and song.
Wind that bears off dead leaves with a quick raid
and deflects the pulsing arrows of birds.
Wind that topples her in a wave without spray
and substance without weight, and leaning fires.
Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks,
assailed in the door of the summer's wind.
--Pablo Neruda
in the heart of summer.
The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of
goodbye,
the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands.
The numberless heart of the wind
beating above our loving silence.
Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees
like a language full of war and song.
Wind that bears off dead leaves with a quick raid
and deflects the pulsing arrows of birds.
Wind that topples her in a wave without spray
and substance without weight, and leaning fires.
Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks,
assailed in the door of the summer's wind.
--Pablo Neruda
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i can't afford to fly on airlines that suck less than aircanada; we used to fly canadian, that was superior. but alas...when we went to europe we took Transat, what a drag that was, no free booze on international flight? WTF!! so it could be heaps worse. i could have to fly united...ugh...