Mastuerbate When You're Home Alone

Chile already said goodbye and now I'm a week and northern Argentina. As time is short to write this Blogtotal Blogsearch, I turn one last time to Neruda and Everything But Target is kept alive. It is one of the texts that I liked the book Song of Gesta.

not ask me

They call this human issue some

with names and wailing

not concerned in the pages of my books,

not give writing my verses:

say that poetry died here,

some say I should not do:

the truth is I'm not liked,

greet them and I take my hat

and left traveling on Parnassus

happy

like rats on cheese.

I belong to another category

and am only a man of flesh and blood,

so if they beat my brother

with what I have to hand the defending

and every one of my lines has

danger or iron powder,

that will fall on the inhuman,

on cruel, on the proud.

But the chastisement of my peace furious

no threat to the poor or good:

with my flashlight looking for those who fall

their injuries and relief

the close:

and these are the offices of the poet

Flyer and stonemason:

must do something in this

land

because on this planet gave birth

and we must arrange things men

because we are not birds or dogs.

Well, if I hate when attacked,

or when I sing all I want,

poetry wants to leave

the hopes of my manifesto

I follow my law tables

star

accumulating arms

hard

and American duty

I do not care about a rose:

I have a covenant of love with the beauty:

I have a blood covenant with my people.

-Pablo Neruda (1960)