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Слушать(AI)Любовь и долгий путь рождают книгу
Любовь и долгий путь рождают
книгу,
И если нет в ней стран и поцелуев,
Нет человека с полными руками
И женщины нет в каждой капле,
Нет голода, желанья, гнева
и дорог, —
Ни колоколом, ни щитом не
станет книга,
Нет глаз у книги, рот закрыт
и мёртв,
Как предписанье Ветхого Завета.
Pablo Neruda
Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973), better known by his pen name and, later, legal name Pablo Neruda (/nə
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