Cars rush across the bridge
golden glint of glass at one point
the only more certain sign of existence
a woman hurrying alone on the sidewalk... more »
Carousel And Gioconda
The carousel had horses
and we ourselves pushed it
around under the pavilion.
(Was Carousel the name of your childhood street... more »
We depart. Farewell and abrazos
remain hovering like a frightened handkerchief in the wind.
Lightness, smell of seaweed over a blue abyss.
Something warm, like a sleeping child in you,... more »
On Losing A Passport
The passport lost — long live liberty!
A frown fell from your face,
the stamp's stern shield suddenly gave way,
and having shrugged from your shoulders twenty years... more »
Surprises Of Climate
Waiting for reward, we decay into age.
It would have been better to pasture sheep,
to shelter under a tree while it rains
and listen to the fulminations of God,... more »