Pablo Neruda
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Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood - and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent. ✨ Pablo Neruda (1986). 100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor, University of Texas Press

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