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1 " The whole human earth was bleeding.Time, buildings, routes, rain,erase the constellation of the crime,the fact is, this small planethas been covered a thousand times by blood,war or vengeance, ambush or battle,people fell, they were devoured,and later oblivion wiped cleaneach square meter: sometimesa vague, dishonest monument,other times a clause in bronze,and still later, conversations, births,townships, and then oblivion.What arts we have for exterminationand what science to obliterate memory!What was bloody is covered with flowers.Once more, young men, ready yourselvesfor another chance to kill, to die again,and to scatter flowers over the blood. "
― Pablo Neruda , The Sea and the Bells
2 " Forgive me if my eyes seeno more clearly than sea foam,please forgive that my formgrows outward without licenseand never stops:monotonous is my song,my word is a shadow bird,fauna of stone and sea, the griefof a winter planet, Incorruptible.Forgive me this sequence of water,of rock, of foam, of the tide’sdelirium: this is my loneliness:salt in sudden leaps against the wallsof my secret being, in such a waythat I am a partof winter,of the same flat expanse that repeatsfrom bell to bell, in wave after wave,and from a silence like a woman’s hair,a silence of seaweed, a sunken song. "