day's of war - nights of love


Poetry comes and goes
between what is, and what is not
It weaves and unweaves reflections
Eyes speak,
words look,
looks think
To hear thoughts,
see what we say
touch the body of an idea
Eyes close,
the words open.



Octavio Paz

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2010-01-01 @ 18:19:47
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