Negative.
A study of shadows.
untitled, 2011
Defense. I am delicately powerfull, 2010
WATER NIGHT
Night with the eyes of a horse that trembles in the night,
night with eyes of water in the field asleep
is in your eyes, a horse that trembles,
is in your eyes of a secret water.
Eyes of shadow-water,
eyes of well-water,
eyes of dream-water.
Silence and solitude,
two little animals moon-led,
drink in your eyes,
drink in those waters.
If you open your eyes,
night opens, doors of musk,
the secret kingdom of the water opens
flowing from the center of night.
And if you close your eyes,
a river fills you from within,
flows forward, darkens you:
night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul.
Octavio Paz
Night with the eyes of a horse that trembles in the night,
night with eyes of water in the field asleep
is in your eyes, a horse that trembles,
is in your eyes of a secret water.
Eyes of shadow-water,
eyes of well-water,
eyes of dream-water.
Silence and solitude,
two little animals moon-led,
drink in your eyes,
drink in those waters.
If you open your eyes,
night opens, doors of musk,
the secret kingdom of the water opens
flowing from the center of night.
And if you close your eyes,
a river fills you from within,
flows forward, darkens you:
night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul.
Octavio Paz
untitled, 2010
inner, 2010
a tree within, 2010
A tree grew inside my head.
A tree grew in.
Its roots are vein,
its branches nerves,
thoughts its tangled foliage.
(from “A tree within” by Octavio Paz)
A tree grew in.
Its roots are vein,
its branches nerves,
thoughts its tangled foliage.
(from “A tree within” by Octavio Paz)
I read and I tremble, 2010
Sometimes I read and I tremble. The more unsteady I feel, the stronger I become. There is breathing that is made of breaths. You do feel. Groups of words tattoo your soul. I’m happy right now. I feel their strength and the totality of my humble nothingness.
untitled, 2011
