The ending is one of my blackest, utterly without hope of any sort.

Dar se putea si ca toata acea grija de a pune granite si restrictii sa fi ascuns in el o dorinta de a ajunge dincolo de orice regula, chiar si o singura data si cu orice pret – sa ajunga in fond la capatul unui anumit drum.

a fresh breeze danced lightly through the trees, and the odd sensation that all the buildings were quietly humming

porque en tu pecho austral están tatuadas la lucha, la esperanza, la solidaridad y la alegría como anclas que resisten las olas de la tierra.

Written By Pablo Neruda

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