You say that you love them, take their money and run. Say it's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things, those strings, those flings, those strings, those flings, you've got to cut.

I am a secret Jessica Simpson and Jewel fan (*sorry Dee) and discovered this randomly . Yes Jessica looks rather silly when she sings but if you just listen without being overcome by her mouth it is a super powerful song. I love listening to songs but more so because of my love of lyrics. Whether it is Bon Jovi, Kylie Minogue or Eminem. The word is more important then the beat.

Ever since one hit wonder Jewel wrote her book of poems titled A Night Without Armor my love of poetry resurfaced (how tragic is it that it had to come to that!). Yes take me on a direct line to Nerdville via the express train stopping no stations. I don't sit by the window and read Jane Austen style (maybe one day I will?) but I have a revitalised appreciation for the old classics of poetry. In the so called mainstream "normal" world that would be the same as saying I really like the lyrics of that song because I can relate to it. As I was doing a bit of real life work related research I rediscovered a poem by Pablo Neruda. I had actually first read this poem when I was in high school and needless to say I didn't really have the life experiences to appreciate it then. It is a nice read now though.

If You Forget Me 

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine