"I am not here to solve anything.
I came here to sing songs
And for me. "
Pablo Neruda (which triggers the lumberjack-VI, Canto General-Pablo Neruda)
And you singing the exploits of women and men in
the minimum universe kissing,
genesis of gold in which boats surf lunch
multiply ports.
Canto ritual of the outbreak, the trades
wind and water,
the deep night of wine,
to the high mountains where the stars lie,
the path of light entering the forest.
Sing with me the cry of a
only be embraced another and another and another
to awaken the dawn.
The history of man comes to the guitar
at times as a child, as a column
returning from the front, sometimes. Perhaps
sound of wings that defoliate later
to strip the ship that comes by the dreams.
When
house to house at the precise time the bread sizzles
beast of hunger will sink into its skyscrapers.
have sung in chorus at my brothers
urgent seed, wood and flame
the oven and the office, to laughter
peaked,
the target depth of the house.
From: Alternative explanations. 0111 Edizioni, Italy - 2008 - / Edit. Wasp wing, Mexico, 2008
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