Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Sin Nombre

“Nobody can claim the name of Pedro,
nobody is Rosa or María,
all of us are dust or sand,
all of us are rain under rain.
They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,
of Chiles and Paraguays;
I have no idea what they are saying.
I know only the skin of the earth
and I know it has no name.” 
― Pablo Neruda 

1 comment:

Freckled Philologist said...

Calle 13, No puedes comprar la vida -
Same ideas echoed here -
I know you love this song, but just thought of it once again.
Besos preciosa