Pablo Neruda
From time to time and in the distance, you need a bath grave.
No doubt all is well and everything is very bad, no doubt.
passengers come and go, children grow up and the streets,
finally bought the guitar crying alone in the store.
all right, everything is wrong.
The glasses are filled and naturally turn to be empty
and sometimes in the morning, they die mysteriously.
cups and those who drank.
We have grown so much that we do not greet your neighbor
and many women love us do not know how. What we
beautiful clothes! And how important feedback!
met a man believed to orange yellow
black dress and a blonde.
see and be seen so many things. Vi
feted by gentlemen thieves
impeccable and this is happening in English.
And I saw the honest, hungry, looking for bread in the trash.
I know that no one believes me. But I have seen with my eyes.
have to take a bath slash-and-from the ground looking up closed pride.
Then he learns to measure. You learn to talk, you learn to be.
Maybe we will not be as crazy, maybe we will not be so wise.
learn to die. To be mud, not have eyes.
A name be forgotten.
There are some poets too large to fit on a
door and a quick merchants who do not remember poverty.
There are women who will not enter through the eye of an onion
and so many things, many things, and so are, and so will not be.
If you would not believe me nothing.
just wanted to show you something.
I am a teacher of life, lazy student
death and if I know does not serve have not said anything, but everything.
