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Monthly Archives: February 2023
Octavio Paz
We are condemned to kill time: this is how we die, little by little. – Octavio Paz Source: Cuento de dos jardínes, in Octavio Paz, Ladera Este, 1969. English translation by Johannes Beilharz.
Posted in Death, Life, Philosophy
Tagged condemned, die, kill time, Ladera Este, Octavio Paz, poetry in translation, translation
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