Sing the leaves,
dance pears in pear;
turns the pink,
Wind rose, not the rose.
Patchy clouds
float sleeping, Air algae;
all space
tour with them, force one.
Carina sing sheets
Everything is space;
vibrating the vara of the amapola
and naked
flies in the wind wave back.
I'm Nothing,
floating body, light, surf;
Wind is all
and the wind is always air travel.
Octavio Paz
Fuente: Poets
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