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Back to Chile
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► city&harbor
► pablo neruda
► the mountains
► the river
► the sea
► the spa
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The Sea |
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Not the sea but the ocean roars along the shore of Chile.
From close by, it isn’t the ocean nor the sea, but the surf that comes
ashore. In a whirl of sand it storms the coast. In a flash it whitens its
face. In a split moment it loses its vigor. And from far, the sea sends its
cold looks to the coast and shivers and stirs its waves into a cold,
shivering fever. It showers the boulders on the beach, their blackness. It
rinses the rocks, their smoothness. It stumbles ashore like a wild, wounded
beast. And the sea never stops to roar, its surf a never dying force. And
not far from the shore lies his grave, not far from the surf is the
tumbstone of Pablo Neruda, the late poet of the roaring ocean.
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