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“Começarei por dizer, sobre os dias e anos de minha infância, que meu único personagem inesquecível foi a chuva.”

Quote by Pablo Neruda

Book:Memoirs
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Memoirs

Memoirs typically offer a candid look into the author's personal journey, covering significant events, emotions, and insights gained throughout their life. more

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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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