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“In my house there were more dead than living. My mother, a thousand-year-old girl, mother of the world, my orphan, self-sacrificing, ferocious, stubborn, provident, titmouse, bitch, ant, wild boar, love letter with spelling mistakes; my mother: bread I'd slice with her own knife each day.”

Quote by Octavio Paz

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Selected poems

This book compiles a selection of poems that showcase the depth and diversity of the author's poetic voice, exploring a range of subjects and employing different literary techniques. more

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Octavio Paz
Octavio Paz

Octavio Paz (March 31, 1914 - April 19, 1998) was a renowned Mexican poet, essayist, and diplomat. He is considered one of the greatest Spanish-language poets of the 20th century, known for his unique poetic style and profound intellectual depth. more

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