“Up above, how the bewitching eyes of the rose and the lips of the matinal carnation sparkle! How the maiden in the river laughs! And down below, the filter and the balance, the delicate chemistry of the liver, the storehouse of the subtle changes, no one sees or celebrates it, but, when it ages, or its mortar wastes away, the eyes of the rose are gone, the teeth of the carnation wilted and the maiden silent in the river”.
These are the words that Pablo Neruda, the famous poet, wrote to one of his biggest loves: The liver. That silent worker, faithful friend and mysterious organ that has so much to say about human health. Did you meet Mr L.?
