And at whom does rice smile

with infinitely many white teeth?

Why in the darkest ages

do they write with invisible ink?

Does the beauty from Caracas know

how many skirts the rose has?

Why do the fleas

and literary sergeants bite me?

- Pablo Neruda from ‘The Book of Questions’

Tags: collage

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