…and faster than a stolen car, we were gone, out of that doom town.
In a matter of hours on Friday, Typhoon Haiyan completely devastated parts of the central Philippines. It was one of the strongest storms ever recorded. The death toll is estimated up to 10,000 with hundreds of thousands more displaced. The country has declared a “state of calamity.”
I have hurt you, my dear, I have torn your soul. Understand me. Everyone knows who I am, but that “I am” is besides a man for you. In you I waver, fall and rise up burning. You among all beings have the right to see me weak. And your little hand of bread and guitar must touch my breast when it goes off to fight. That’s why I seek in you the firm stone. Harsh hands I sink in your blood seeking your firmness and the depth that I need, and if I find only your metallic laughter, if I find nothing on which to support my harsh steps adored one, accept my sadness and my anger, my enemy hands destroying you a little so that you may rise from the clay refashioned for my struggles.
The Hurt, Pablo Neruda
¿Quién escribe tu nombre con letras de humo entre las estrellas del sur?
- Pablo Neruda
When you go through the streets no one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks at the carpet of red gold that you tread as you pass, the non-existent carpet. And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
- Pablo Neruda