I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
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I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

— Pablo Neruda
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