Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival. — Octavio Paz, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987
Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival. — Octavio Paz, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987
Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival. — Octavio Paz, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987
Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival. — Octavio Paz, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987
Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival. — Octavio Paz, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987
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Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival.

— Octavio Paz, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987
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