HISPANIC WOMAN DANCING IN SANTE FE digital imaging by Miguel Forbus Summit and Gravity WRITTEN BY OCTAVIO PAZ There's a motionless tree And another one coming forward A river of trees Hits my chest The green surge Is good fortune You are dressed in red You are The seal of the scorched year The carnal firebrand The star fruit In you like sun The hour rests Above an abyss of clarities The height is clouded by birds Their beaks construct the night Their wings carry the day Planted in the crest of light Between firmness and vertigo You are transparent balance