Neruda Page #2

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Why do you ask me what

I do not want to do?

I thought you did not take orders,

But is now a footman of the

traitor Gonzales Videla.

What language, senator!

That's why he has problems.

No, I have problems

because I'm a communist.

Yes, but also for

inciting riots...

Trade unionists.

I do not regret this.

What do you regret?

To have turned bourgeois?

I regret doing the

traitor's campaign.

He wrote a poem for him!

Now it's fun, but

during the campaign...

But these traitors

have their charm too.

I do not agree with that.

You and your comrades

were so thirsty for power

Who were deceived by a

populist of araque.

What evil exists in

ambition for power?

It's our turn.

We have the right to occupy La Moneda.

How will you govern?

With a Soviet democracy

of soldiers,

Of operatives and peasants.

God forbid!

The palate will be stinking

with peanuts and wine.

And you're going to write

laws with misspellings.

Can be.

But the cemeteries will not be

filled with political prisoners.

Senator, please!

They always think that they will

defeat communism by exiling us.

Getting us in jail.

I'll give you some advice.

The solution is to kill us all.

Kill us.

So they solve the problem.

Do not repeat that.

Some may try.

Who's going to do that? You?

I'll think about it.

Pablo, the Supreme Court

will confirm your cassation.

You need to leave the country now.

Please, listen to me.

If you leave the country without

a constitutional power,

Your legal situation will worsen.

But I'm going to

be banned anyway.

Don Pablo, this is the

position of the Party.

I think Pablo should get caught.

Absolutely not.

How am I more dangerous,

arrested or outlawed?

- Stuck!

"What are you saying?"

Outlaw.

"Are you serious?"

- Of course.

So we're going to have to run away.

You can not think of Paul

as a political leader.

He is a writer, his

obligation is to write.

Trapped or dead, you will

not be able to do that.

Who's going to kill me?

Do you want to go to history, Pablo?

He wants to move on to history.

Say cheese! Looking...

RESISTANCE:

- Perfect.

- You're ready.

- So, what do you think?

- Pablo, give yourself.

- They'll catch you.

- No.

Disappear.

Can be. But I will not

hide under the bed.

This has to be a wild chase.

This is where I come in.

I have to go in.

I come from the blank page.

I came to get my black ink.

Here enters the

policeman full of life,

With his chest full of air.

Over here, please.

My president has a boss:

The president of the USA.

When he orders the local

communists to be killed,

This trained monkey must obey.

- Good afternoon, Mr. President.

- Good afternoon.

- This is the Chief Commissar?

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