speak a language never heard, speak Spanish, tongue long, crepuscular — Pablo Neruda, Passions Impressions

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Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of the long, crepuscular verses of D?�az Casanueva; in that language in which Joaqu?�n Edwards preaches nationalism. My discourse is profound; I speak with eloquence and seduction; my words, more than from me, issue from the warm nights, from the many solitary nights on the Red Sea, and when the tiny dancer puts her arm around my neck, I understand that she understands. Magnificent language!

Pablo Neruda, Passions and Impressions

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