Beautiful face

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Beautiful face
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.

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Enchanting smile
Any man would be under your spell,
Oh, beauty of a magazine.

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How many poems have been written to you?
How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?
To your obsessive illusion
To your manufactured fantasy.

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But today I won't make one more Cliché
And write this poem to you.
No, no more clichés.

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This poem is dedicated to those women
Whose beauty is in their charm,
In their intelligence,
In their character,
Not on their fabricated looks.

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This poem is to you women,
That like a Shahrazade wake up
Everyday with a new story to tell,
A story that sings for change
That hopes for battles:
Battles for the love of the united flesh
Battles for passions aroused by a new day
Battles for the neglected rights
Or just battles to survive one more night.

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Yes, to you women in a world of pain
To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe
To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights
To you, friend of my heart.

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From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine
Rather, it will contemplate the night
And its bright stars,
And so, no more clichés.

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~ Octavio Paz 

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