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“And so this letter ends with no sadness: my feet are firm upon the earth, my hand writes this letter on the road, and in the midst of life I shall be always beside the friend, facing the enemy, with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.”

Quote by Pablo Neruda

Book:The captain's verses
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The captain's verses

This volume of poetry delves into the experiences and emotions of a captain at sea, capturing the essence of maritime life and the vastness of the ocean. 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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