I, Nezahualcoyotl, ask this: By any chance is it true that one Lives rooted in the earth? Not always in the earth: Here for only just a while; Though it be made of Jade, it breaks; Though it be made of gold, it breaks; Though it be made of quetzal plumage, It shreds apart. Not forever here on Earth; Here for only just a while. Nezahualcoyotl (1402-1472) Read more about Aztec Poetry. The following...

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