Brotherhood
The Flutist and the Lost Address
(A humble tribute to the cosmic script of Octavio Paz...)
My writings slowly begin to fade,
A procession of stars every night,
Death's invitation right beside the words!
I realize the address is lost—
I comprehend the city, the village,
Fear, wonder, and humanity.
Yet, the flutist's intimate song,
Speaks of finding the lost address once again.
I love the powerful simplicity.
Very pleasant indeed to see some Octavio Paz. More people should discover his beautiful work.
The Flutist and the Lost Address
(A humble tribute to the cosmic script of Octavio Paz...)
My writings slowly begin to fade,
A procession of stars every night,
Death's invitation right beside the words!
I realize the address is lost—
I comprehend the city, the village,
Fear, wonder, and humanity.
Yet, the flutist's intimate song,
Speaks of finding the lost address once again.
I love the powerful simplicity.
Very pleasant indeed to see some Octavio Paz. More people should discover his beautiful work.