"to whoever is not listening to the sea this Friday morning.." (Neruda)

" to whoever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning; to whoever is cooped up
in house or office, factory or woman
or street or mine or dry prison cell
to that one I come, and without speaking or looking
I arrive and open the door of their prison"
                      -Neruda, "Alturas de Machu Pichu"