Pablo Neruda - We Together - Sentimental Reading
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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how pure you are, my son liketo buy falling night How triumphal and boundless You're all bit of white and your bosom of bread high in climate, Your crown of black trees beloved and you alone Animal news knows if a wild sheep that smells of shadow kind of precipitous, too radical flight Now what splendid weapons My hands, How worthy there blade of bone and they're living in the hills On the placing of my phrase on the rent off My soul are situated in the centre ofthe earthly force How pure my gaze off nocturnal influence full of dark eyes and ferocious urge My symmetrical statue with twin legs mounds towards moist stars. Each morning on my way exiled mouth bites the flesh on the grape. My manly arms, My tattooed chest on which the hair takes root like a tin wing. My white face made for the sun's depth. My hair made of rituals off black minerals, my forehead penetrating as a blow or a road my skin for grown up son destined for the plough. My eyes off added salt off, wrapping marriage, my tongue soft friend of **** and ship my teeth like a white clock face off system, magic equity, skin that makes in front of me and icy emptiness and in Back of me revolves and flies in my six unfolds back upon my deepest stimulus and rose toward the roses in my fingers, in my chin of bone and in my feet of richness, and you like a month of star like a fixed kiss night, a structure wing or the beginning ofthe Artem Girl, my advocate. My amorous one light makes its bed beneath your big pirates. Golden as oxen on the round dove often makes white nests in you native wave in England's and white pincers. Your furious apple health stretches without limit the trembling cask in which your stomach listens. Your hands. Daughters off wheat and sky. How like you are the longest case. It's fixed. Shock seems to nourish you, and it's thrust off live coals of flattering flag gaze, throbbing your domains and mounting trembling. And then you had splendours into hers, and it's warlike form. It's dry circle collapses suddenly interline Neil. Strengths like swords, is edges or inheritance of smoke