<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Women Of The Ocean</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the solemn sea the old women come <br>With their shawls knotted around their necks <br>With their fragile feet cracking. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sit down alone on the shore <br>Without moving their eyes or their hands <br>Without changing the clouds or the silence. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The obscene sea breaks and claws <br>Rushes downhill trumpeting <br>Shakes its bull's beard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gentle old ladies seated <br>As if in a transparent boat <br>They look at the terrorist waves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where will they go and where have they been? <br>They come from every corner <br>They come from our own lives. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now they have the ocean <br>The cold and burning emptiness <br>The solitude full of flames. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They come from all the pasts <br>From houses which were fragrant <br>From burnt-up evenings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They look, or don't look, at the sea <br>With their walking sticks they draw signs in the sand <br>And the sea erases their calligraphy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old women get up and go away <br>With their fragile bird feet <br>While the waves flood in <br>Traveling naked in the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Pablo+Neruda">Pablo Neruda</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476122" data-title="The Old Women Of The Ocean de Pablo Neruda" data-description="To the solemn sea the old women come With their shawls knotted around their necks With their fragile feet cracking. They sit down alone on the shore Without moving their eyes or their hands Without changing the clouds or the silence. The o..."></div> </div> </div>

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