OCTAVIO PAZ, Alternating Current
today is today, always today, always the noise of trains that nightly tear night apart
OCTAVIO PAZ, Selected Poems
Reality is a staircase neither up nor down, we don't move, today is today, always is today,
always the sound of trains that depart each night towards night,
the resort to toothless words,
the boring through of the wall, the comings and goings, reality shutting doors,
putting in commas, the punctuation of time
OCTAVIO PAZ, "Is there no way out?", Selected Poems
A garden is not a place: it is a passage, a passion. We don't know where we're going; to pass through is enough; to pass through is to remain.
OCTAVIO PAZ, "A Tale of Two Gardens"
