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Here is a long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
trampling the silent stones and the dry leaves.
Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves:
if I slow down, he slows;
if I run, he runs I turn : nobody.
Everything dark and doorless,
only my steps aware of me,
I turning and turning among these corners
which lead forever to the street
where nobody waits for, nobody follows me,
where I pursue a man who stumbles
and rises and says when he sees me : nobody
The street, Octavio PazÈ una strada lunga e silenziosa.
Cammino al buio e inciampo e cado
e mi alzo e calpesto con piedi ciechi
le pietre mute, le foglie secche
e dietro di me qualcuno le calpesta:
se mi fermo, si ferma;
se corro, corre. Torno al viso: nessuno.
Ogni cosa è buia e senza uscita,
giro e giro per angoli
che danno sempre sulla strada
dove nessuno mi aspetta né mi segue,
dove seguo un uomo che inciampa e che
si alza e nel vedermi dice: nessuno.

La strada, Octavio Paz
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