Octavio Paz

no more chliches

Beautiful face that like a daisy opens its petals to the sun, so do you open your face to me as I turn the page. Enchanting smile any man would be under your spell, oh, beauty of a magazine. How many poems have been written to you? How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice? To your obsessive illusion. To you manufacture fantasy. But today I won't make one more Cliché and write this poem to you. No, no more clichés. This poem is dedicated to those women whose beauty is in their charm, in their intelligence, in their character, not on their fabricated looks. This poem is to you women, that like a Shahrazade wake up everyday with a new story to tell, a story that sings for change that hopes for battles: Battles for the love of the united flesh, battles for passions aroused by a new day, battle for the neglected rights or just battles to survive one more night. Yes, to you women in a world of pain, to you, bright star in this ever-spending universe, to you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights, to you, friend of my heart. From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine, rather, it will contemplate the night and its bright stars, and so, no more clichés.

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