Ode To The Book (Pablo Neruda Poems)
When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour oceanthrobs with fish,touches ...
When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour oceanthrobs with fish,touches ...
Lovely one,Just as on the cool stoneOf the spring, the waterOpens a wide flash of foam,So is the smile of ...
Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter.Do not take away ...
Oh yes I knew him, I spent years with him,with his golden and stony substance,he was a man who was ...
The weary one, orphanof the masses, the self,the crushed one, the one made of concrete,the one without a country in ...
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