Water hollows stone,wind scatters water,stone stops the wind.Water, wind, stone.Wind carves stone,stone's a cup of water,water escapes and is wind.Stone, wind, water.Wind sings in its whirling,water murmurs going by,unmoving stone keeps still.Wind, water, stone.Each is another and no other:crossing and vanishingthrough their empty names:water, stone, wind.
Octavio Paz.
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