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<\/a><\/p>\nLeaning Into The Afternoons<\/strong><\/p>\n Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, I send out red signals across your absent eyes You keep only darkness, my distant female, Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets The birds of night peck at the first stars The night gallops on its shadowy mare Pablo Neruda<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Pablo Neruda and his Nobelest compatriot, Gabriela Mistral, are ever-present here in Santiago and environs. \u00a0Street signs and plaques and statues abound and teens exemplify Neruda’s themes in every park and secluded corner. Leaning Into The Afternoons Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":119,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-115","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-chile","category-santiago","entry","has-media"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=115"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":182,"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115\/revisions\/182"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/119"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=115"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=115"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leslieval.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=115"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ntowards your oceanic eyes.<\/p>\n
\nits arms turning like a drowning man’s.<\/p>\n
\nthat smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.<\/p>\n
\nfrom your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.<\/p>\n
\nto that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.<\/p>\n
\nthat flash like my soul when I love you.<\/p>\n
\nshedding blue tassels over the land.<\/p>\n