Octavio Paz, The Blue Bouquet

I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous.(“The Blue Bouquet”)

Octavio Paz, The Blue Bouquet

I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous.(“The Blue Bouquet”)

Octavio Paz, The Blue Bouquet

I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous.(“The Blue Bouquet”)