Pablo Neruda – Quiero saber . . .
Quiero saber . . .
I want to know if you come with me
toward not walking and not speaking,
I want to know if we will reach
no communication:
finally going with someone to see pure air,
rays of light over the daily sea
or a landbound object
and finally having nothing to trade,
without goods to furnish
as the colonizers had,
exchanging coupons for silence.
Here I purchase your silence.
I agree: I give you mine
with one provision:
that we do not understand each other.
Pablo Neruda
word pond 
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