In college, lovable, adorable Fr. Nick Cruz let us watch Il Postino. It has been my favorite film ever since. I even have a CD that has Neruda's poems read by actors and actresses such as Madonna and Andy Garcia. That was my first ME purchase in the early days of my first job. I spent many many hours listening to the CD. It takes me back to my college days when love was such a foreign, unreachable star to me. And as I listen to it now, I am saddened once again. Not for a love that was lost, but love that was never given to me.

But life indeed is strange, sometimes. For now that I have found a love that wraps me in its sweet, unconditional embrace, he is still alone.

Labels: pablo neruda, random rambling