Neruda’s Poems

“And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings (…)
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children’s blood (…)
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
the blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
in the streets!”
Neruda

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