Ode To Broken Things (Pablo Neruda Poems)
Things get broken at home like they were pushed by an invisible, deliberate smasher. It's not my hands or yours It wasn't the girls with their hard ...
Things get broken at home like they were pushed by an invisible, deliberate smasher. It's not my hands or yours It wasn't the girls with their hard ...
I remember you as you were in the last autumn.You were the grey beret and the still heart.In your eyes ...
What's wrong with you, with us, what's happening to us? Ah our love is a harsh cord that binds us ...
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth ...
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