A opinion blog from a south american point of view.
III
TELL ME,IS THE ROSE NAKED
OR IS THAT HER ONLY DRESS?
WHY DO TREES CONCEAL
THE SPLENDOR OF THEIR ROOTS?
WHO HEARS THE REGRETS
OF THE THIEVING AUTOMOVILE?
IS THERE ANYTHING IN THE WORLD SADDER
THAN A TRAIN STANDING IN THE RAIN?
PABLO NERUDA,CHILEAN POET.
Publicado por Jorge Gajardo Rojas los 6:51 AM
3 comments:
A beautiful poem... I must read some Pablo Neruda. It is a shame, but I don't know his work.
The photo is beautiful too; is it made my you?
¿La tierra canta como un grillo en la música de los cielos?
muy bonito me evoca el campo en mi niñez,los grillos cantan al amor.
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