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Octavio Paz

I follow my raving, rooms, streets,I grope my way through corridors of time,I climb and descend its stairs, I touchits walls and do not move, I go backto where I began, I search for your face,I walk through the streets of myselfunder an ageless sun, and by my sideyou walk like a tree, you walk… Continue reading Octavio Paz

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Octavio Paz

We are time and cannot escape its dominion. We can transfigure it but not deny it or destroy it. This is what the great artists, poets, philosophers, scientists, and certain men of action have done. Love, too, is an answer: because it is time and made of time, love is at once consciousness of death… Continue reading Octavio Paz

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Octavio Paz

Human love is the union of two beings subject to time and its accidents: change, sickness, death. Although it does not save us from time, it opens it a crack, so that in a flash love’s contradictory nature is manifest: that vivacity which endlessly destroys itself and is reborn, which is always both now and… Continue reading Octavio Paz

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Octavio Paz

We are time and cannot escape its dominion. We can transfigure it but not deny it or destroy it. This is what the great artists, poets, philosophers, scientists, and certain men of action have done. Love, too, is an answer: because it is time and made of time, love is at once consciousness of death… Continue reading Octavio Paz

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Coral Bracho

Firefly Under The Tongue I love you from the sharp tang of the fermentation;   in the blissful pulp. Newborn insects, blue.   In the unsullied juice, glazed and ductile.   Cry that distills the light:   through the fissures in fruit trees;   under mossy water clinging to the shadows. The               papillae, the grottos.   In herbaceous dyes, instilled.… Continue reading Coral Bracho

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