In the prologue of Robert Hughes' book on Rome, he quotes the opening lines from Octavio Paz's poem entitled "Piedra del Sol." Here is the passage in both English and Spanish.
In part, I think the poem's resonance with me centers on the way it begins to catch and convey the mysterious nature of flowing water. The shapes it reveals, the endless eddies and currents, reflect a mysterious quality when viewed closely; it is never the same twice. With regards to the study abroad posts, I intend to continue to focus upon water in its symbolic as well as its life-giving nature.