I had no more alphabetthan the journeying of the swallowsthe pure and tiny waterof the small fiery birdthat dances rising from the pollen.

I had no more alphabet
than the journeying of the swallows
the pure and tiny water
of the small fiery bird
that dances rising from the pollen.
Pablo Neruda

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But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
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Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas

How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree
- Pablo Neruda

I had no more alphabetthan the journeying of the swallowsthe pure and tiny waterof the small fiery birdthat dances rising from the pollen. Pablo Neruda

I had no more alphabet
than the journeying of the swallows
the pure and tiny water
of the small fiery bird
that dances rising from the pollen.
Pablo Neruda