Once, while investigating tiny objects and tiny creatures in my world in the backyard of my house in Temuco, I found a hole in a board in the fence. I looked through the hole and saw the scenery behind our house, unattended and deserted. I stepped back a few steps because I had a vague feeling that something was going to happen. Suddenly, a hand appeared, it was the little hand of a boy about my age. When I approached again, the hand was gone and replaced by an incredible Aries.
The wool has faded. Its wheels have run away. All this just makes it more real. I have never seen such a good sheep. I looked back through the hole, but the boy was gone. I walked into the house and took out my own treasure: a pine cone, which was opened and full of smell and resin. I liked it very much. I put it in the same place and left with the sheep.
I never saw that hand or that boy again. I have never seen a sheep like that again. I lost my toy in a fire.
I am a lucky man. Feeling the intimacy between brothers is a wonderful thing in life. Feeling the love of the people we love is like burning the flame of your life. But it is a greater and better thing to feel the love from people we don't know, from people we don't know, who guard our sleep and loneliness and our dangers and weaknesses, because it broadens the boundaries of our existence and unites all living things.
That exchange made me understand a valuable idea for the first time: all mankind is United to some extent. After a long time, I had this experience again; This time, it stands out against the background of trouble and persecution.
Then you won't be surprised. I tried to give some resin, clay and fragrance in exchange for human brotherhood. Just like I once left a pine cone by the fence, since then, I have left my words on the doors of many people I don't know. These people are in prison, hunted or lonely.
This is the most important lesson I learned in the backyard of a lonely house when I was a child. Maybe it's just a game played by two boys who don't know each other. They want to pass on the good things in life to each other. However, perhaps this small and mysterious gift exchange also stayed in my heart, profound and indestructible, illuminating my poetry.
School, Childhood and Poetry
At one time, in the tiny objects in my backyard and the tiny life in the west of my world, I came to a hole in the wooden wall. I saw this view from the cave, without the back of the house, but it was crazy. I stepped back a few steps because I felt something vague was going to happen. Suddenly, a boy with small hands appeared in his time. When I approached, I lost my hand, and there was a wonderful white sheep in its place.
The wool of the sheep is missing. Its wheels have run away. All this will only make it more real. I have never seen such a strange sheep. I went back from this hole and the boy disappeared. I went into the house and took out my wealth: pine cones, open, full of fragrance and resin, my most respected person. I put it in the same place and later put it with the sheep.
Hands or childhood I've never seen before. I've never seen a sheep do that again. I lost my last toy in a fire.
I've always been a lucky man. Feeling "brother" is an incredible thing in life. Think that the love of the people we love is fire, which brings our life. But the feeling comes from those we don't know, from those we don't know. He is looking at our sleep and loneliness, us and our weaknesses. They are more harmful and better, because they expand the boundaries of our whole person and bring all living things.
That exchange made me think for the first time in my life that all human beings are United to some extent. Then that experience came again, this time highlighting his troubles and persecution with a striking background.
At the moment that won't surprise you, I tried to change some similar, fragrant human brothers. Just like I used to leave so many people at the gate of my word by the fence and pine cones, people are still in prison, hunting is still lonely.
This is the greatest lesson I learned as a child, in a lonely house in the backyard. Maybe it's just the life of two boys who don't know each other, and there are some other beautiful things to experience. Maybe this little mysterious exchange gift is still with me, and it is still profound. No, give me poetry.