“Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood - and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.”
Quote by Pablo Neruda
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100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor
This volume features a series of sonnets that delve into the complexities and nuances of love, offering readers a poetic exploration of affection and passion. more
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