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- My struggle is harsh and I come back
- with eyes tired
- at times from having seen
- the unchanging earth,
- but when your laughter enters
- it rises to the sky seeking me
- and it opens for me all
- the doors of life.
PABLO NERUDA, "Your Laughter"
- Let us pounce
- upon this red prey,
- let us tear life
- that passes throbbing
- and lift together
- our wild flight.
PABLO NERUDA, "The Condor"
- Our love is a harsh cord
- that binds us wounding us
- and if we want
- to leave our wound,
- to separate,
- it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
- to drain our blood and burn together.
PABLO NERUDA, "The Furies"
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