Octavio Paz
More than air
More than water
More than lips
Light light
Your body is the trace of your body
Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.
Entering it
you enter yourself:
the world connects
adn closes like a ring.
Here is a long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
trampling the silent stones and the dry leaves.
Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves:
if I slow down, he slows;
if I run, he runs
I turn :
There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don't know where I've gone.
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
light footsteps, thin drizzle,
water that is air, air that is time,
the day is still leaving,
the night has yet to arrive,
figurations of mist
at the turn of the corner,