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Monday, September 26, 2011

The Bridge


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.

From one
bank to another,
there is always
a body stretched:
a rainbow.
I'll sleep beneath its arches.

Octavio Paz

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