La Poesia by Paul Neruda


Somebody knocked in my soul,
Fever or forgotten wings,
And I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
And I wrote the first, faint line,
Faint, without substance, pure
Nonsense, pure wisdom of someone
who knows nothing
and suddenly I saw the heavens
unfastened and open.



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