wind

The leaves sing,

pears dance in the pear tree;

spin the rose,

rose of the wind, not of the rosebush.

 

clouds and clouds

they float asleep, algae of the air;

all space

tour with them, force of none.

 

Everything is space;

vibrates the poppy stem

and a nude

flies in the wind riding a wave.

 

I am nothing,

body that floats, light, waves;

everything is from the wind

and the wind is air always traveling.

 

by Octavio Paz

 

Frogmore, Frogmore (233, 55, 26) - Moderado

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