So now I have been to all three Chilean Neruda Houses and have taken all of the magical mystery tours and come to the conclusion that this man is not just a poet, politician or party-thrower, he is a myth. Something to believe in and wish to be. The man of many talents, wooer of all. He is eternal, living through words read around the world. Conspiracy or history, he probably is the most interesting man in the world.
Its my name: Marisa means "of the sea". I suppose it is suiting. I have always loved reading old diaries of distant lives. Here you can read my ongoing story, a log of riding a log (if you will) with musings, tales, poetry, jargon, secrets, cliches, whatnots and other pieces of my day. So next time you are stuck indoors, pull up a warm chair and read about the simple happenings of my life in the Pacific Ocean.
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