13 02 2009



Cantan los pájaros, cantan
sin saber lo que cantan:
todo su entendimiento es su garganta.


La forma que se ajusta al movimiento
no es prisión sino piel del pensamiento.


La claridad del cristal transparente
no es claridad para mí suficiente:
el agua clara es el agua corriente.

-Octavio Paz

The birds sing, they sing
without knowing what they sing:
all of their understanding is their throat.

The form that adjusts to movement
is not a prison but the skin of thought.

The brightness of the transparent glass
is not a brightness that is sufficient for me:
clear water is water that runs.



One response

13 02 2009
Andrea Elizabeth

Very nice.

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