Words of the master

[castelodecartas]

We Are the Clumsy Passersby

by Pablo Neruda

We are the clumsy passersby, we push past each other with elbows,

with feet, with trousers, with suitcases,

we get off the train, the jet plane, the ship, we step down

in our wrinkled suits and sinister hats.

We are all guilty, we are all sinners,

we come from dead-end hotels or industrial peace,

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[10tookie24]

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