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Created by Anne Marie Weiss-Armush and Ricardo Deambrosi Neruda@dfwinternational.org elcortijo2002@hotmail.com

Photographs from Pablo Neruda, Absence and Presence, by Luis Poirot,

and other sources

Dejo a los sindicatosdel cobre, del carbón y del salitremi casa junto al mar de Isla Negra.

Quiero que allí reposen los maltratados hijos

I leave my house by the seaside in Isla Negra to the labor unions of copper, coal and nitrate.

Let them rest there, those abused children of my country,

plundered by axes and traitors,dispersed in its sacred blood,consumed in volcanic tatters.

I want the poor to rest in the cleanI want the poor to rest in the cleanlove that ranged my dominion,love that ranged my dominion,

let the obscure be seated at my table,let the obscure be seated at my table,let the wounded sleep in my bed.let the wounded sleep in my bed.

Brother, this is my home, enter the world Brother, this is my home, enter the world of sea flower and spangled stoneof sea flower and spangled stonethat I raised struggling in my poverty.that I raised struggling in my poverty.

Here sound was born in my windowHere sound was born in my windowas in a crescent conchas in a crescent conch

and then it established its latitudesand then it established its latitudesin my disorderly geology.in my disorderly geology.

You come from burning galleries,You come from burning galleries,from tunnels bitten by hatredfrom tunnels bitten by hatredfrom the sulfuric waterfall of the wind;from the sulfuric waterfall of the wind;

here I will you peace,the water and space of my oceania.