I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. -Pablo Neruda

Sabtu, 26 Februari 2011

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Gaudeo te scire
Gaudeo te amare
Et gaudeo abs te animo





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