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Death Alone

There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading a tunnel,
a dark, dark tunnel :
like a wreck we die to the very core, 302 more words


Ode to Bread

Extract from Ode to Bread By Pablo Neruda

you rise
from flour,
and fire.
Dense or light,
flattened or round,
you duplicate
the mother’s… 20 more words


Pablo Neruda to Matilde Urrutia

To my beloved wife,

I suffered while I was writing these misnamed “sonnets”; they hurt me and caused me grief, but the happiness I feel in offering them to you is vast as a savanna. 181 more words


Sweet Girl

“It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body –it’s suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as you were burning inside.   9 more words


Hay que vivir

Six weeks in Venezuela. I haven’t painted anything but this door and window…the ubiquitous pink-walled colonial house. Still charming. I haven’t been game enough to walk the streets with my camera, the economy is so bad at the moment, anything remotely valuable is like a red flag to a lot of desperate, angry bulls. 723 more words


Carolina gearriveerd vanuit Madrid!

Carolina gearriveerd vanuit Madrid. TheaterHuis in voorbereiding op de voorstelling Pablo Neruda morgen om 12.00 uur.

Martine Zeeman