Tag: Pablo Neruda
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Standard Oil Co.
By Pablo Neruda When the drill bored down toward the stony fissuresand plunged its implacable intestineinto the subterranean estates,and dead years, eyes of the ages,imprisoned plants’ rootsand scaly systemsbecame strata of water,fire shot up through the tubestransformed into cold liquid,in the customs house of the heights,issuing from its world of sinister depth,it encountered a pale…
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