Eating alone is a disappointment. But not eating matter more, is hollow and green, has thorns like a … - Pablo Neruda

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I've worked every day since I was 10. I don't know how to do anything else. There is nothing else I'd rather be doing.

Pablo Neruda

Eating alone is a disappointment. But not eating matter more, is hollow and green, has thorns like a chain of fish hooks, trailing from the heart, clawing at your insides. Hunger feels like pincers, like the bite of crabs; it burns, burns, and has no fur. Let us sit down soon to eat with all those who haven't eaten; let us spread great tablecloths, put salt in lakes of the world, set up planetary bakeries, tables with strawberries in snow, and a plate like the moon itself from which we can all eat. For now I ask no more than the justice of eating.

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