23 May 2011
















Facing you I have seen the blood
of Spain rise up
to drown you in one single wave
of pride and knives!


Traitor
generals:
behold my dead house,
behold Spain destroyed:
yet instead of flowers from every dead house
burning metal flows,
yet from every hollow of Spain
Spain flows,
yet from every dead child rises a rifle with eyes,
yet from every crime bullets are born
that one day will find the target
of your heart.


You will ask why his poetry
doesn't speak to us of dreams, of the leaves,
of the great volcanoes of his native land?


Come and see the blood in the streets,
come and see
the blood in the streets,
come and see the blood
in the streets!




Pablo Neruda
















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Christian Luna, Spain 2011




























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