and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
Pablo Neruda
" Beautiful Creatures "or no .
Honestly I really do not like this film but do not judge me in advance . All compare it with Twilight what annoys me. Amazing how many customers and supporters endeared the book and film. They call it the beautiful creatures in the film which is a hauntingly beautiful, come on. I mean they are not beauty am I right ofcourse I am . The movie is full of artificiality and ugliness. I'm sorry if I hurt anybody but it's just my opinion so keep your distance. Take care :)
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