Octavio Paz
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There is a wooden house / on the plain of Oklahoma. / Each night the house turns / into an island of the Baltic Sea, / a stone that fell from a fabled sky. / Burnished by Astrid’s glances, / ignited...
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In all languages there are limpid words which are like air and the water of the spirit. To express such words is always marvelous and furthermore necessary, like breathing. One such word is gracia...