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You are going to ask and where are the lilacs	A
and the poppy petalled metaphysics	B
and the rain repeatedly spattering	C
its words and drilling them full	D
of apertures and birds	E
I'll tell you all the news	F
	-
I lived in a suburb	G
a suburb of Madrid with bells	H
and clocks and trees	I
	-
From there you could look out	J
over Castille's dry face	K
a leather ocean	L
My house was called	M
the house of flowers because in every cranny	N
geraniums burst it was	O
a good looking house	P
with its dogs and children	L
Remember Raul	Q
Eh Rafel Federico do you remember	R
from under the ground	S
my balconies on which	T
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth	U
Brother my brother	R
Everything	C
loud with big voices the salt of merchandises	P
pile ups of palpitating bread	V
the stalls of my suburb of Arguelles with its statue	W
like a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake	X
oil flowed into spoons	P
a deep baying	C
of feet and hands swelled in the streets	P
metres litres the sharp	Y
measure of life	Z
stacked up fish	A2
the texture of roofs with a cold sun in which	T
the weather vane falters	P
the fine frenzied ivory of potatoes	P
wave on wave of tomatoes rolling down the sea	P
	-
And one morning all that was burning	C
one morning the bonfires	P
leapt out of the earth	B2
devouring human beings	P
and from then on fire	R
gunpowder from then on	C2
and from then on blood	D2
Bandits with planes and Moors	P
bandits with finger rings and duchesses	P
bandits with black friars spattering blessings	P
came through the sky to kill children	L
and the blood of children ran through the streets	P
without fuss like children's blood	D2
	-
Jackals that the jackals would despise	P
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out	J
vipers that the vipers would abominate	J
	-
Face to face with you I have seen the blood	J
of Spain tower like a tide	J
to drown you in one wave	E2
of pride and knives	P
	-
Treacherous	P
generals	P
see my dead house	P
look at broken Spain	F2
from every house burning metal flows	P
instead of flowers	P
from every socket of Spain	F2
Spain emerges	P
and from every dead child a rifle with eyes	P
and from every crime bullets are born	G2
which will one day find	J
the bull's eye of your hearts	P
	-
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry	P
speak of dreams and leaves	P
and the great volcanoes of his native land	J
	-
Come and see the blood in the streets	P
Come and see	P
The blood in the streets	P
Come and see the blood	J
In the streets	P

Pablo Neruda

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