The first time I heard about Pablo Neruda, Chilean Nobel Prize winning writer, was mostly thanks to Maria Grazia Cucinotta and 'Il Postino', Italian movie from 1994.
Since then I have heard a bit more about him but really made it up only today. Some friends told me that Chileans are great storytellers and Neruda made me realise how masterful they are.
Casa de Isla Negra was his favourite house right on the Pacific shore. Not really an island and not very black but it really is like nothing else. One moment it resembles a ship, then a train car to finally become a stable, all drowned with collection of ship in bottles, shells, feet warmers and butterflies. But it is above all full of stories.
His favourite room 'Covacha' is where he wrote many of his poems. But for long time it had no table, as Neruda believed the ocean would bring him the table of its own. Then one day he saw a piece of wood floating far away and with his wife rushed to get it to the shore. It took them a whole day, both all wet almost drowned, to finally pick it up, but in the end the ocean gave him its gift... Apparently in reality a ship sailing nearby lost this piece and Neruda's wife picked it up in a boat but hey I still like the story much more.
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