Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Pablo Neruda

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And it was at that age. Poerty arrived

in search of me. I don`t know. I don`t know where it came from.

from winter or a river

I don`t know how or when

no , they were not voices, they

were not

words, nor silence,

but from the street I was summoned

from the branches of night

abruptly from the others,

among violent fires

or returning alone,

there I was withouh a face

and it tuched me

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