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Perhaps to love is to learnto walk through this world.
To learn to be silentlike the oak and the linden of the fable.
To learn to see.
Your glance scattered seeds.
It planted a tree. I talkbecause you shake its leaves.
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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