Estoy en la Argentina. En honor de eso, aquí está un poema de Luis Borges. Aprenda más sobre Borges aquí.
I am in Argentina. In honor of this, here is a poem by Luis Borges. Learn more about Borges and the web here. And learn about Borges and Buenos Aires here.
metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.
We are the water, not the hard diamond,
the one that is lost, not the one that stands still.
We are the river and we are that greek
that looks himself into the river. His reflection
changes into the waters of the changing mirror,
into the crystal that changes like the fire.
We are the vain predetermined river,
in his travel to his sea.
The shadows have surrounded him.
Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away.
Memory does not stamp his own coin.
However, there is something that stays
however, there is something that bemoans.
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