no names...

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“Nobody can claim the name of Pedro,
nobody is Rosa or María,
all of us are dust or sand,
all of us are rain under rain.
They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,
of Chiles and Paraguays;
I have no idea what they are saying.
I know only the skin of the earth
and I know it has no name.”
Pablo Neruda





(thanks for your "welcome back"...i was trying to be really quiet but...you noticed!?...)

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