"Cielos Antiguos" ~ Ancient Skies

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From "El Fugitivo: XII"

Pablo Neruda

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A Todos, A Vosotros

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To everyone,to you

silent beings of the night

who took my hand in the darkness,to you,

lamps,

of immortal light, star lines,

bread of the living, secret brothers,

to everyone, to you,

I say: nothing could fill the cups

of purity

nothing can 

contain the birth of Spring

like your quiet dignities.

Maybe I am you, that essence

flower and song of earth

that knows where it comes from

and where it belongs,

I'm just the people, hidden door,

dark bread

and when you receive me you receive yourself

in your very self, in that guest

beaten so many times

and so many times

reborn.

To all and everyone,

to all I don't know, who'll never 

hear this name, to those who live

along our long rivers,

at the foot of mountains, in the sulphuric 

copper shadow, to fishermen and peasants,

to blue indians on the shore

of lakes sparkling like glass,

to you, to whomever without knowing why 

has waited for me, here

I belong and recognize and sing.

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yo pertenzco y reconozco y canto

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