NerudaDVD - 2017 | Spanish
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First of all, I thank the Russian people for having defeated fascism and conquered world peace. Secondly, I thank my Communist Party for always defending the rights of the workers and the people, rights that are threatened at the moment, because they are arresting trade union leaders and members of the Communist Party. This is being done by its president, the traitor Gonzales Videla, who sold himself to the Northern Empire.
-You elected him, did not you?
We all elected him, unfortunately. All the idiots here present elected him.
Well, the Communists hate to work. They prefer to set churches on fire. They say they feel more alive. The Chilean aristocracy likes to show its wealth. But the poet should not be impressed. Esteve nos sal es de Paris. And this provincial imitation makes you laugh. But he does. Alessandri was twice President of the Republic. Now he is president of the Senate. In his office he has a key with the word "Chile". All of us, Chileans, are his servants.
He told me that I was an art worker, an artist like him, on an equal footing. And all of a sudden, he... told me a poetry so beautiful.
Do not cry for me, do not.
Cause if you cry I die.
But if you sing to me.
I always live And I never die.
"I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think that I do not have it.
Feeling that I lost it.
To hear the night immense,
more immense without it.
And the verse falls on the soul..."
"And here they found a people who sang..."
"For duty and love gathered..."
"And the lean girl
fell with her flag..."
"And the smiling young man
fell beside him, wounded..."
"For these dead, our dead..."
"I ask for punishment," at
the end of each sentence.
Many women like cops. Dream of cleaning their homes and change their dressings when they get shot. The kiss of the butcher wolf.
And you're going to write laws with misspellings?
-Can be. But the cemeteries will not be filled with political prisoners.
I have to go in. I come from the blank page. I came to get my black ink.
That the government does not want to arrest him. If they do, they get an
- Ma'am, enough.
Because it's political. Government is concerned to pursue it, but not to arrest it. Never. The senator is a communist, like you and me. Yes, but it has special protection. And I'll toast to that. Because we all need the senator poet to keep writing about the suffering of the people.
-Madam, he is protected by the leadership of the Party.
Do you know what I want to know? Listen... When communism comes, everyone will be the same as him. Or will they be the same as me? To me, I've been cleaning up the fxcking bourgeois. Since I'm 11 years old. They will all be the same to me. Let's eat in bed and fornicate in the kitchen. For that we fight, comrade!
"Come and be with me, brother.
Give me your hand, from the
depths of your disseminated pain.
You will not come back from
the bottom of the rocks.
You will not return
from underground time.
Your angry voice will not return.
They shall not return
thine eyes pierced...
Here I was punished.
Because the jewelry did not shine.
And the earth did not deliver the
stone and the grain in due time.
I come to speak through
your dead mouth.
Like a river of buried tigers.
And let me cry for
hours, days, years.
Blind ages, stellar centuries."
To write well, you must know how to delete.
They say that Chile is an island and that the mountain range is a second sea, a kind of giant wave that never breaks. On the other side there is a strangely flat earth aalled "Argentina". It's a green country, really, with agriculture and war.
Of course I'm leaving. Without life, I'm leaving.
It's like living in a leafy neighborhood. Ant... the little ant does not know what to do.
I can not stay, I must run away.
-It is that you want a grand escape. Is not it?
I will not get into the game of these fxcking fascists. I'll be their worst nightmare. For this, I have to be a popular giant.
"He danced in Vin del Mar
surrounded by jewels and goblets.
But the black eyes stare
through the black night...
But the man who caresses
you stops by the desert.
Near the sea coast, in a world
devastated by death...
Every people with their pain..."
Have you ever seen a bored prisoner? He created you, the Trojan policeman. He created me, the absurd woman. He wrote to himself. The depraved fugitive.
-What you're saying is modern nonsense...
A golden lamb. Do not you like the way he writes?
Do you think he only thinks of land and love?
He thinks of naked women, of detectives pursuing him... He created you
thinking of yourself. You, in your house, reading his poems. You, in front of the mirror. He created you watching our feast, Immersed in our music. Closed in a car, with empty eyes. A dog at night, A bird during the day. It created you spying, waiting. He created you imprisoned, a furious spy. Listening to things you'll never understand. Depreciating ideas and words.
One hundred meters from life. Powerless. Freile. He created you as the guardian of an imaginary frontier. He thinks of you thinking of himself. All the detectives are in love. In all the detective novels there are beds.
Over his shoulders and soul will stand the future of the Republic. The millionaire is always smarter than the laws.
I'm irritated by this president you elected. He thinks that the state is an enemy of freedom.
The poet gave them words to count their lives. Their lives are hard. These words made sense to his terrifying dreams. That's why he did everything,
so they could talk. They can already be quoted as being trampled by history.
A police death. Slow, cold. With red details, with music, with animals, with trees, with poetry.
Araucania. A land without a temple,trees and cold. It is said that the
conquistadors wept when a Mapuche patrol arrived. They were more afraid of the Indians than of the Moors. Now it is a land of peace. A land of clay and work.
Learn to behave like a man, little boy! Wear men's clothing! Grow a mustache, buy a gun, I do not know! Learn to respect me!
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