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Latin America is very fond of the word hope. We like to be called the continent of hope. Candidates for deputy, senator, president, call themselves candidates of hope. This hope is really something like a promise of

Latin America is very fond of the word "hope." We like to be called the "continent of hope." Candidates for deputy, senator, president, call themselves "candidates of hope." This hope is really something like a promise of heaven, an IOU whose payment is always being put off. It is put off until the next legislative campaign, until next year, until the next century.

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Latin, Years, America
Pablo Neruda (1977). “Memoirs”

Hay algo más tonto en la vida Que llamarse Pablo Neruda? (is there anything more insane in this life than being called Pablo Neruda?)

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Insane, Hay, This Life

Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .

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House, Sound, Dew
Pablo Neruda (2007). “100 Love Sonnets”, p.79, Exile Editions, Ltd.

O happy childhood! blessed youth! But once we know thy potent power; But once we live all careless free; No cross to mar our love-lit bower.

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Blessed, Childhood, Mars

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

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Stars, Love You, Night
Pablo Neruda (1990). “Selected Poems”, p.21, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.

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Worship, Divided

Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.

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Hands, Coins, Pieces
Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.12, Macmillan

The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight

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Cutting, August, Water

I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with all my heart,if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me,please resist blasting the trumpet during my visitand resign yourselves to my quiet absence.

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Heart, Talking, World
Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.873, Macmillan

Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone's else's why I neglected his sadness or his love... But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone. Or maybe it was the strain of the city, of time the cold heart of the clocks.

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Time, Heart, Sadness

The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.

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Hymns, Design, Typography

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

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Lost Love, Love Is, Long

I don't want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked guts of the earth, absorbing and thinking, eating each day.

Pablo Neruda
Sleep, Dark, Thinking
Pablo Neruda, Donald D. Walsh (2004). “Residence on Earth”, p.119, New Directions Publishing

I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.

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Sea, Circles, Water