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We have lost even this twilight.
one we had seen with their hands united by this evening, when the night is blue
plagued the world.
I saw from my window
ceremony west to the distant hills.
As time
coin in my hands flared up a little piece of the sun.
I told you from the heart of the compressed
from this sadness, which I know
So, where were you? Among
What people?
What you said the word?
Why all the love comes suddenly then
when I feel sad and I feel that far away are you?
Fallen book, which is always taken at dusk, and as
wounded dog at my feet dragged mantle.
Always, always receding, when evening falls,
in this page, rubbing the darkness where he runs monuments.
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Pablo Neruda poet born in 1904. in Chile.
In 1971 he won a literary prize Nobel Prize. Colombian writer (the Nobel laureate in literature) Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Neruda called the best poet of the twentieth century writing in any language, comparing him to King Midas who turns everything it touches in poetry.
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