“La escritura llega con el viento,
está desnuda, es la tinta, es lo escrito, y pasa como nada pasa en la vida, nada, excepto eso,
la vida.”
“Writing comes like the wind.
It’s naked, it’s made of ink, it’s the thing written, and it passes like nothing else passes in life, nothing more,
except life itself.”
It was a rainy day again. Marble gray clouds covered my town once more after giving us a break the day before. It has rained so much that the waters
A few days ago a friend poet wrote on her facebook wall that she wondered if there was an online store for virtues. She explained she was on the market
Usamos nuestros sentidos todos los días, pero no tomamos el tiempo para obtener más de ellos. Tenemos que recordar que la descripción de un lugar, un sabor, un olor, un sonido,