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“Yo no me callo Perdone el ciudadano esperanzado mi recuerdo de acciones miserables, que levantan los hombres del pasado. Yo predico un amor inexorable. Y no me importa perro ni persona: sólo el pueblo es en mí considerable: sólo la Patria a mí me condiciona. Pueblo y Patria manejan mi cuidado: Patria y pueblo destinan mis deberes y si logran matar lo levantado por el pueblo, es mi Patria la que muere. Es ése mi temor y mi agonía. Por eso en el combate nadie espere que se quede sin voz mi poesía.”

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Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda, full name Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto, was a Chilean poet and politician who served as a Senator of Chile. Born on July 12, 1904, in Talcahuano, Chile, he passed away on September 23, 1973. Neruda is considered one of the greatest poets of the 20th century, known for his rich poetry and profound social commitment. more

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