聂鲁达家的周围早已被一群士兵围起一道隔离线。一直到中午,他都在仔细观察这些军事行动。后来他小心地走下山,没有骑摩托车,从那些无名小村庄后面兜一大圈,来到距码头很近的海滩,沿着海岸陡峭斜坡的沙滩,赤裸着双脚,来到聂鲁达的家中。“唐·巴勃罗。”他悄声说道,声音似乎和蓝毛巾围裹着的灯发出的柔和的光线协调一致。 Around Neruda home already a group of soldiers surrounded by a line of separation. Until noon, he was careful observation of these military operations. Later he carefully walked down the mountain, did not ride a motorcycle, took a big lap from the small village back to the beach near the pier, and walked along the steep, sandy beaches of the coast, bare feet, to Neruda Home. “Don Pablo. ” He whispered, his voice seemed to be in harmony with the soft light from the lamp wrapped around the blue towel.