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I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.

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Pablo Neruda
Age: 69 †
Born: 1904
Born: July 12
Died: 1973
Died: September 23
Author
Autobiographer
Diplomat
Lyricist
Poet
Politician
Senator Of Chile
Nieh-lu-ta
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Pamplo Nerouda
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Bāblū Nīrūdā
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Nieluda
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Neftali Reyes Basualto
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Pāplō Nerūda
Fermenting
Fruitfulness
Forming
Everyday
Shapes
Living
Matter
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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.
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I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.
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I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.
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Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don't belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride?
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Cómo se acuerda con los pájaros la traducción de sus idiomas?
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And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.
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And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?
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