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.
Between Going and Coming
- by Octavio Paz121
Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive, all is near and can't be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass, rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye, watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters. Motionless, I stay and go: I am a pause.
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