my mouth is full of night and water

"   no, my soul is not asleep.
it is awake, wide awake.
it neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.   "
Antonio Machado
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"  

I touch hatred like a covered breast;
I without stopping go from garment to garment,
sleeping at a distance.

I am not, I’m of no use, I do not know
anyone; I have no weapons of ocean or wood,
I do not live in this house.

My mouth is full of night and water.
The abiding moon determines
what I do not have.

What I have is in the midst of the waves,
a ray of water, a day for myself,
an iron depth.

There is no cross-tide, there is no shield, no costume,
there is no special solution too deep to be sounded,
no vicious eyelid.

I live suddenly and other times I follow.
I touch a face suddenly and it murders me.
I have no time.

Do not look for me when drawing
the usual wild thread or the
bleeding net.

Do not call me: that is my occupation.
Do not ask my name or my condition.
Leave me in the middle of my own moon
in my wounded ground.

  "
Pablo Neruda, Waltz
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