Pablo Neruda

The Ashes

This is the age of ashes. Ashes of burned children, of cold trials of hell, ashes of eyes that cried not knowing what was happening before they were turned to ash, ashes of gothic virgins and small wire windows, ashes of raucous cellars, crumbling shops, ashes of famous hands. And to recount and close the ashen chapter in the victory of Berlin, the ashes of the murderer in his own ashtray.

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