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Pablo Neruda - Gautama Christ
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The names of God and especially those of His representative  
Who is called Jesus or Christ according to holy books and  
     someone`s mouth  
These names have been used, worn out and left  
On the shores of rivers of of human lives  
Like the empty shells of a mollusk.  
However when we touch these sacred but exhausted  
Names, these wounded scattered petals  
Which have come out of the oceans of love and fear  
Something still remains, a sip of water,  
A rainbow footprint that still shimmers in the light.  
While the names of God were used  
By the best and the worst, by the clean and the dirty  
By the white and the black, by bloody murderers  
And by victims flaming gold with napalm  
While Nixon with his hands  
Of Cain blessed those whom he condemned to death,  
While fewer and fewer divine footprints were found  
     on the beach  
People began to study colors,  
The future of honey, the sign of uranium  
They looked with anxiety and hope for the possibilities  
Of killing themselves or not killing themselves, of organizing  
     themselves into a fabric  
Of going further on, of breaking through limits without stopping  

What we came across in these blood thirsty times  
With their smoke of burning trash, their dead ashes  
As we weren`t able to stop looking  
We often stopped to look at the names of God  
We lifted them with tenderness because they reminded us  
Of our ancestors, of the first people, those who said the prayers  
Those who discovered the hymn that united them in misfortune  
And now seeing the empty fragments which sheltered those  
     ancient people  
We feel those smooth substances,  
Worn out and used up by good and by evil.
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