...a tribal elder whose life has been spent caring for his people and whose countenance on this day reflects that of an entire nation. http://alanwshapiro.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-day-another-deeply-troubling.html
Pablo Neruda – Still Another Day – XV
We the mortals touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
— Pablo Neruda (Still Another Day)
