Pablo Neruda


Here it does not rest, a past I summoned with a bell so that things awaken and the rings gather around me, which have separated from fingers obeying death: I did not want to reconstruct the hands or the sadnesses: after everything, once and for all shall die this century of agony that taught us to assassinate and to die of survival.

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