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I am a man: little do I last and the night is enormous.
But I look up: the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written, and at this very moment someone spells me out.
Octavio Paz
Octavio Paz Lozano (March 31, 1914 – April 19, 1998) was a Mexican poet and diplomat. For his body of work, he was awarded the 1981 Miguel de Ce
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