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Happy birthday, poet




In commemoration of the birth of a large, Pablo Neruda, gift them one of the many poems that fill the soul with feelings ...


Poetry

AND WAS at that age ... Poetry arrived
for me. I do not know, do not know where
came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were
words, nor silence, but from
a street called me,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires or returning alone
,
there was no face and it touched me
.

I do not know what to say, my mouth did not know

appoint
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own,

deciphering that fire
and wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure nonsense
,

pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw the sky


shelled, open
planets, palpitating plantations
,
shadow perforated, riddled

arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe .

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry void
,
likeness, image
the mystery, I felt

pure part of the abyss,
wheeled with the stars, my heart
broke out in the wind.