Mis manos no eran férreas cuando te conocieron,
las aguas de otro mar las pasaban como a una red;
ahora agua y piedras sostienen semillas y secretos.
La lluvia (Rapa Nui) - Poemas de Pablo Neruda
(you can read the poem here in spanish or here in english)
My hands were not ferrous when they met you,
the waters of another sea went through them as through a net;
now water and stones sustain seeds and secrets.
i choose this piece of Pablo Neruda's poem because i like the metaphors,
to me they are applicable to all people i meet, talk and deal with,
'the waters of another sea went through them as through a net'
leaving something behind...
i painted the first image that came to mind
then the other day i found this weathered zinc heart,
i couldn't throw it away,
butterflies in my heart ; when someone or something really touches me
i'm sure i will have butterflies in my heart looking at the the work of the other participants,
take a look at sweet Patrice's wonderful blog and feel the butterflies too.
have a sunny weekend