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Octavio Paz

Stretched out side by side, we exhanged confidences, whispers, smiles. Curled up, she fell on my chest and unfolded there like a vegetation of murmurs. She sang in my ear, a little sea shell. She became humble and transparent, clutching my feet like a small animal, calm water. She was so clear I could read all of her thoughts. On certain nights her skin was covered with phosphorescence and to embrace her was to embrace a piece of night tattooed with fire. — Octavio Paz, from “My Life with the Wave,” Magical Realist Fiction: An Anthology, eds. David Young and Keith Hollaman (Longman, 1984)

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