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“Le malheur avait mis les habits du mensonge Ils étaient d’un beau rouge couleur du sang du cœur Mais son cœur à lui était gris Penché sur la margelle il me chantait l’amour Sa voix grinçait comme la poulie Et moi dans mon costume de vérité je me taisais et je riais et je dansais au fond du puits Et sur l’eau qui riait aussi la lune brillait contre le malheur la lune se moquait de lui.”

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Book:The Shadow of Sirius
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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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Author:Pablo Neruda
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“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it?”

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Book:Unweaving the Rainbow: Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder
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