emmajane16.1775
I EXPLAIN A FEW THINGS
You will ask: ‘And where are the lilacs?
And the metaphysics covered with poppies?
And the rain that often beat down
filling its words
with holes and birds.’
To you I am going to tell all that happened to me.
I lived in a quarter
in Madrid, with bells
with clocks, with trees.
From there could be seen
the dry face of Castille
like a sea of leather.
My house was named
the house of the flowers, because everywhere
geraniums exploded: it was
a beautiful house
with dogs and little children.
Raúl, you agree?
You agree, Rafael?
Federico, you agree
beneath the earth,
you agree about my house with balconies where
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
Pablo Neruda
Whimberly www.flickr.com/groups/3216736@N25/, Whimberly (149, 50, 26) - Adulto
I EXPLAIN A FEW THINGS
You will ask: ‘And where are the lilacs?
And the metaphysics covered with poppies?
And the rain that often beat down
filling its words
with holes and birds.’
To you I am going to tell all that happened to me.
I lived in a quarter
in Madrid, with bells
with clocks, with trees.
From there could be seen
the dry face of Castille
like a sea of leather.
My house was named
the house of the flowers, because everywhere
geraniums exploded: it was
a beautiful house
with dogs and little children.
Raúl, you agree?
You agree, Rafael?
Federico, you agree
beneath the earth,
you agree about my house with balconies where
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
Pablo Neruda
Whimberly www.flickr.com/groups/3216736@N25/, Whimberly (149, 50, 26) - Adulto