Poetry Lover's video: The world is born when two people kiss Octavio Paz

fragment from the poem Sunstone- Piedra del Sol by Octavio Paz . ---------------------------------------- a crystal willow, a poplar of water, a tall fountain the wind arches over, a tree deep-rooted yet dancing still, a course of a river that turns, moves on, doubles back, and comes full circle, forever arriving: the calm course of the stars or an unhurried spring, water with eyes closed welling over with oracles all night long, a single presence in a surge of waves, wave after wave till it covers all, a reign of green that knows no decline, like the flash of wings unfolding in the sky, a path through the wilderness of days to come, and the gloomy splendor of misery like a bird whose song can turn a forest to stone, and the imminent joys on branches that vanish, the hours of light pecked away by the birds, and the omens that slip past the hand, a sudden presence like a burst of song, like the wind singing in a burning building, a glance that holds the world and all its seas and mountains dangling in the air, body of light filtered through an agate, thighs of light, belly of light, the bays, the solar rock, cloud-colored body, color of a brisk and leaping day, the hour sparkles and has a body, the world is visible through your body, transparent through your transparency, I travel my way through galleries of sound, I flow among echoing presences, I cross transparencies as though I were blind, a reflection erases me, I'm born in another, oh forest of pillars that are enchanted, through arches of light I travel into the corridors of a diaphanous fall, I travel your body, like the world, your belly is a plaza full of sun, your breasts two churches where blood performs its own, parallel rites, my glances cover you like ivy, you are a city the sea assaults, a stretch of ramparts split by the light in two halves the color of peaches, a domain of salt, rocks and birds, under the rule of oblivious noon, dressed in the color of my desires, you go your way naked as my thoughts, I travel your eyes, like the sea, tigers drink their dreams in those eyes, the hummingbird burns in those flames, I travel your forehead, like the moon, like the cloud that passes through your thoughts, I travel your belly, like your dreams, your skirt of corn ripples and sings, your skirt of crystal, your skirt of water, your lips, your hair, your glances rain all through the night, and all day long you open my chest with your fingers of water, you close my eyes with your mouth of water, you rain on my bones, a tree of liquid sending roots of water into my chest, I travel your length, like a river, I travel your body, like a forest, like a mountain path that ends at a cliff I travel along the edge of your thoughts, and my shadow falls from your white forehead, my shadow shatters, and I gather the pieces and go with no body, groping my way, the endless corridors of memory, the doors that open into an empty room where all the summers have come to rot, jewels of thirst burn at its depths, the face that vanishes upon recall, the hand that crumbles at my touch, the hair spun by a mob of spiders over the smiles of years ago, setting out from my forehead, I search, I search without finding, search through a moment, a face of storm and lightning-flashes racing through the trees of night, a face of rain in a darkened garden, relentless water that flows by my side, I search without finding, I write alone, there's no one here, and the day falls, the year falls, I fall with the moment, I fall to the depths, invisible path over mirrors repeating my shattered image, I walk through the days, the trampled moments, I walk through all the thoughts of my shadow, I walk through my shadow in search of a moment... Madrid, 1937, in the Plaza del ¡ngel the women were sewing and singing along with their children, then: the sirens' wail, and the screaming, houses brought to their knees in the dust, towers cracked, facades spat out and the hurricane drone of the engines: the two took off their clothes and made love to protect our share of all that's eternal, to defend our ration of paradise and time, to touch our roots, to rescue ourselves, to rescue the inheritance stolen from us by the thieves of life centuries ago, the two took off their clothes and kissed because two bodies, naked and entwined, leap over time, they are invulnerable, nothing can touch them, they return to the source, there is no you, no I, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no names, the truth of two in a single body, a single soul, oh total being . . . ~ I do not own photos in this video.