The street in front of my house has turned into a huge sea of mud. Out the window, through the rain, I watch a can stuck in the middle of the street. A peasant wearing a heavy black woolen cloak beats his oxen; the rain and the mud are too much for them.
(from ‘Conjieso que he vivido: Memorias’, Pablo Neruda)
(from ‘Conjieso que he vivido: Memorias’, Pablo Neruda)