Milena Velba And Boobs

A silent - Pablo Neruda

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Now count to twelve and we will all still.

For once on the ground

not speak in any language,

let us pause for a second,

not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment

without rush, without engines,

would all be together in a sudden.

Local fishermen

cold sea would not harm whales and

worker

salt would look at his hands broken.

Those who prepare green wars, wars

gas, wars with fire, victories without survivors

,

would be put on clean clothes and they went

with his brothers in the shade, doing nothing .

not confuse what I

with total inactivity

life is just what you do, do not want anything

death.

If we were not unanimous

moving both our lives,

may not do anything once,

perhaps a great silence might interrupt this sadness

,

this not ever understand

and threatened with death, perhaps

land

teach us when everything seems dead

and then everything was alive.

Now tell

twelve and you keep quiet, and go.