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Pablo Neruda

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Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
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"Tonight I Can Write" (Puedo Escribir), from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair [Veinte Poemas de Amor y una Canción Desesperada] (1924), XX, trans. William Merwin [Penguin Classics, 1993, ISBN 0-140-18648-4] (p. 49)

 
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