Octavio Paz


Rock and precipice, more time than stone, this timeless matter. Through its cicatrices falls without moving perpetual virgin water. Immensity reposes here rock on rock, rocks over air. The world's manifest as it is: a sun immobile, in the abyss. Scale of vertigo: the crags weigh no more than our shadows.

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