6/20

“A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.” 
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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          “Brotherhood”

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

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Happy 16th, bro. My debt to you is eternal.

3 thoughts on “6/20

  1. Dearest Karl,

    This kind of poetry I get. How does Paz do that?

    We are still healing after all these years…

    Thank you.

    Love,

    Mom

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