“Sitting in that monumental piece of furniture, my weary bones found it difficult to coax sleep. I could hear a silence coming from the heights, the lonely peaks. Only the occasional barking of the Dog Stars in the darkness, only the faraway whistle of an arriving or departing ship made this night in V alparalso real for me.” (from ‘Conjieso que he vivido: Memorias’, Pablo Neruda)
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