En Pablo Neruda natuurlijk
Preguntaréis por qué su poes�*a
no nos habla del sueño, de las hojas,
de los grandes volcanes de su pa�*s natal?
Venid a ver la sangre por las calles,
venid a ver
la sangre por las calles,
venid a ver la sangre
por las calles!- And you will ask: why doesn't his poetry
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land? Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
the bloods in the streets.
Come and see the blood in the streets!
"I'm Explaining a Few Things" (Explico Algunos Cosas) from
Tercera Residencia (1947),
Selected Poems by Pablo Neruda [Houghton Mifflin, 1990,
ISBN 0-395-54418-1] (p. 155)
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Pablo_Neruda