Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays; I have no idea what they are saying. I know only the skin of the earth and I know it has no name.
Milton Rogovin, Pablo Neruda, Dennis Maloney, Robert Bly (1985). “Windows that open inward: images of Chile”, White Pine Pr