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La amor

I am not one to usually dwell upon this subject a lot... my life is a simple one and I love my freedom. Anyway, that little digression aside, I wanted to mention that I have had a chance to reconnect with the works of Pablo Neruda. Now, for those not familiar with Neruda, he is a Chilean writer, diplomat, Senator and one-time communist.

He won the Nobel prize for Literature in 1971 and the citation (from the Nobel foundation website) is as follows:
"for a poetry that with the action of an elemental force brings alive a continent's destiny and dreams"

I have read many of his translated works, but I came across one of his finest: Cien Sonetos de amor in Spanish. It is beautiful. Pablo Neruda puts in words what I cannot. He expresses Love in so gifted a way, time flies and you forget what you were doing before. Give it a try sometime, you'll be pleasantly surprised.

Life will feel better, I assure you, after you read his passionate words. Whether they are in Spanish or translated, Neruda is, in my humble opinion anyway, a man of great prowess when it comes to matters dear to one's heart. And he is from Chile after all. Guanacos are from there. Salvador Allende is from there too. But that's another story for another day.

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