“At the wildest stage of our young manhood, we would suddenly - always at daybreak, always without having slept, always without a penny in our pockets - board a third-class coach. We were poets and painters, all of us about twenty years old, brimming over with a precious store of impulsive madness that was dying to be used, to expand, to burst out.” (from ‘Conjieso que he vivido: Memorias’, Pablo Neruda)
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