by Pablo Neruda,
And when, on the way back,
your mouth gleamed under the pinegroves
of Datitla, and above,
extravagant birds
whistled, crackled
and sang
under the moon of Montevideo, then
I returned to your love,
to the joy of your wide eyes,
I got down and touched the earth,
loving you and loving
my lucky wanderings.
translated by Donald Traxler October 3 2015
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This is the house in Atlántida where Pablo Neruda and Matilde Urrutia stayed several times, 1952-56.
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