By Pablo Neruda
I am grateful, violins, for this day
of four chords. Pure
is the sound of the sky,
the blue voice of air.
By Pablo Neruda
I am grateful, violins, for this day
of four chords. Pure
is the sound of the sky,
the blue voice of air.
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