With a dry and poetic sentence Pablo Neruda It manages to condense the contradictions of life. Black and white, light and dark, good and evil. Human action can be destructive, against ourselves, against others, and against nature: each of us is capable of doing harm. Of cutting flowers. And it matters little if this wasn't the initial intention of an act. But in the end, sooner or later, there is a force of things, a collective will that transcends individual instincts, which has a completely different outcome. And then the spring It comes anyway, and no one can stop it.
The metaphor can be interpreted in various ways, both privately and publicly. Our emotional bonds, our relationships, are a constant journey through a path that alternates between long tunnels and open-air roads. Sometimes there's darkness, sometimes there's full light. Yet if we're well-disposed toward each other, if we haven't lost the capacity to love, spring arrives. With all its eros, capable of crushing thanatos, the sense of death that we also have inside.
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