Neruda

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GROO Hail, emperor Caligula!

- Hail!

- Hail!

I wanted to welcome the

greatest defender of the USSR,

But I wanted to know who Mr.

Neruda is,

Because he fills his

mouth to speak of peace

But supports the strikers

against our public force.

I do not know what the

right to do with luxury

Of insulting our president

in the foreign press.

I'm talking with you.

- I'm talking with you.

- I 'm listening, Senator.

"Are you Neruda or not?"

- Certainly.

I do not know, two months ago

he was called Ricardo Reyes.

Why did you change your name?

Did you steal anything?

Silence!

"How dare you, sir?"

- It's just a question.

More respect for the senator!

Silence, the dignified senator

Neruda has the floor.

Thank you, Mr. President

of this f***ing Senate.

First of all, I thank

the Russian people

For having defeated fascism

and conquered world peace.

Secondly, I thank

my Communist Party

For always defending the rights

of the workers and the people.

Rights that are

threatened at the moment,

Because they are arresting

trade union leaders

And members of the Communist Party.

This is being done

by its president,

The traitor Gonzales Videla, who

sold himself to the Northern Empire.

You elected him, did not you?

We all elected him,

unfortunately.

All the idiots here

present elected him.

Excuse.

It's been three years since the

end of World War II and here,

In this cheerful house, will

start a fabulous pursuit.

I always thought that's how it

celebrates the Chilean left.

When he is not

Complaining about something.

Deep down, they're

happy, they're in love.

They love to mingle with the

suffering and sweat of others.

In this place neither

intellectuals nor artists,

Those who traveled the

world and came back happy.

The advisors, the lawyers.

Every criminal gets

around people who are

Who went to university to learn the

art of bureaucratic deception.

Don Pablo.

You're not ready yet because

you're going to get dressed.

Like Lawrence of Arabia,

the desert guerrilla.

And your wife.

I do not understand it.

She is an Argentine

aristocrat trained in Paris

And ended up with that son

of a railroad worker.

What then? How was I?

Unrecognizable.

Please silence!

Silence! Thank you.

We will continue the program with a

surprise from the owner of the house.

With you, the poet Pablo Neruda.

All eyes fixed on him.

All the lids.

I can write the saddest

poem of all tonight

Many want to kiss him.

They want to take it in their hands.

They want to sleep in your bed.

They say it smells like seaweed.

"The night wind whirls

in the sky and sings...."

What a shame, keep repeating

this rural school poem.

Written over 20 years.

"I loved her, and sometimes

she loved me too...."

Women imagine that he makes

love with a rose in his mouth.

And that, after kissing them,

Will write love poems

inspired by them.

He is the king of love.

"I wanted to..."

I can write the saddest

poem of all tonight...

To think I dont have her. To

feel that Ive lost her.... "

They do not know what it is to sleep

on the floor, but they are all red.

"To hear the immense night,

more immense without her... "

If we had a Bolshevik

revolution,

These would be the

first to flee.

"As in the grass the dew."

They say that Neruda is the most

important Communist in the world.

He must firmly believe in the

union of operatives and peasants,

In the dignity and historical lucidity

of the Chilean Bolshevik party.

We will not drink water.

These gentlemen are working.

Please take this from here.

Thank you.

We are coming from an emergency of

the Party's political commission.

Quiet!

I was asked to tell you

That the government is

confining our union leaders.

I was asked to

inform you that...

what...

Let's go underground.

Me too?

Yes you too.

I'm absolutely sure

That sooner or later,

Sooner than later...

Silence, senators!

This political process

will be properly judged

And their perpetrators will

receive the name they deserve.

Thank you very much.

Silence in the salt, please!

In Chile there will be no

Freedom of expression.

We do not live free from fear.

On January 6, 1948,

I am persecuted for remaining faithful

to the highest human aspirations

And I sat down for the

first time before a court

For having denounced to America

the violation of those freedoms

In the last place where

he wanted it to happen:

Here in Chile.

Why do they do this?

Well, the Communists

hate to work.

They prefer to set churches on fire.

They say they feel more alive.

The Chilean aristocracy

likes to show its wealth.

But the poet should

not be impressed.

Esteve nos sal es de Paris

And this provincial imitation

makes you laugh. But he does.

Alessandri was twice

President of the Republic.

Now he is president of the Senate.

In his office he has a key

with the word "Chile".

All of us, Chileans,

are his servants.

I was with the president.

He is very sad.

Is it really? Because?

He says that you have insulted

him with biased falsehoods.

My intention is to cause the greatest

possible harm to the president.

Write a book when you

leave the chain.

"Carcerary Poems," or something.

A lousy title, Alessandri.

Do not talk about what you do not understand.

In politics, insolence

is a form of admiration.

I ask you to open the prison of

Pisagua and release my comrades.

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.

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