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~ Prime Return me oh sun, to my wild destiny, rain of the ancient wood, bring me back to the aroma and the swords that fall from the sky, the solitary peace of pasture and rock, the damp at the river-margins, the smell of the larch tree, the wind alive like a heart beating in the restlessness of the towering araucaria. Earth, give me back your pure gifts, the towers of silence which rose from the solemnity of their roots. I want to go back from such deeps that amongst all natural things I could live or not live; it does not matter to be one stone more, the dark stone, the pure stone which the river bears away. ~ Pablo Neruda
Posted on: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 11:17:12 +0000

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