Jorge Luis Borges is one of my favourite poets. I even think his name sounds beautifully poetic. I have had one page marked in his collected works for many years and whenever I stumble on his book in my bookcase I turn to it. It reminds me of those turning point moments in your life. The kind that you walk the streets for in order to get your head to hold them. Perhaps you end up on a street with a pink corner store, only to realise it has all your answers. You can find the full poem here.
