I'm a big fan of Pablo Neruda and Garcia Lorca, so I was inspired by the movie to write this poem. It is perhaps one of my best. Si?

He walked with Pablo
By a turquise sea,
Listening as the wind
Swallowed his strange words

He was moved,
By the images of the poet
To love a simple woman
Whose skin, burnt brown
By the blinding sun,
Carried the scent
Of olive groves
To his simple heart

Pablo wrote of passion,
And the torment
Of the slaving masses -
With their filthy mouths agape
Under the weight of coal -
With their bodies imprisoned,
And disfigured by the blast
Of a demonic furnice

Then Pablo left
The little island,
And the postman,
In his simple soul,
Received initiation
From the goddess,
The one whose eyes
Rip open a man's heart

So that he can bleed for beauty
With unrestrained tears,
So that he can hear love songs
From lips that open into caverns,
Where ancient syllables of words
Lose their obsolete meanings -
And are swept away,
By a treacherous current
Into a sky of dripping twilight

Alone in the silence
He found his voice -
So he wrote one poem
So perfect, so tender
That the sea gulls
Stole it, and lifted it up
To the seven sisters,
Who flung it past the stars

Then the postman died -
With his soulful song
Strung like diamonds
In the blackness of space

His face, one of many
Was crushed - in a sea ablaze
From the anger of dieing men

His life ebbed into nothingness
And Pablo, walking alone
By the rim of the sea,
Read his poem,
And was moved to tears