Hello my international friends! How are you doing? Today, i'm here to posting for you a beautiful poetry of Pablo Neruda.
I want to thank you the affection you have for me.. The visits, the comments, advice and support for these 3 ½ years Wall of Sufferings.
I hope you enjoy!
p.s: I met this poetry through a Literature professor that I really like, he gave us to keep souvenir .. And I'm happy to share with you!
And it was at that age...
Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don't know, I don't know where
it came from,
from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
No, they were not voices, they
where not words, nor silence,
but from a street
I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
Pablo Neruda
Bye bye my dear readers! See you around!
