I Raise My Glass I raise my glass. In my colourless wine, gallops the verse. It seeks the region of the sublime, but collides with the fatal limit

                                                                             Painting by Luis Pla The Job   I write to feel in my veins the flight of the stone. The anticipation of peace in this

Shipwrecked To those who do not listen   Nobody listens . . . Submerged to the bottom, the seaweed envelops us. Voiceless cries come together: Listening was the

To Ávila numerous cracks in the wall are not signs of decay but like the wrinkles on a noble face they are the deep traces of an ancient

Painting by K. Nielsen   YOUR IMAGE BETWEEN MY FINGERS One evening we were walking by the lake, Mom. The swans slipped slowly on its surface in the

Arte mural de la diosa celta Brígida, Etsy.com  Brigid, Goddess of Light Watching our world burn, you must wonder how we have wandered so far from your way.

Dark Night The flowers withered, their petals fell stained with ochre. The blizzard did it for them with an immense whirlwind that unleashed its fury, lashing villages and

Picture Ineke Janssen https://vanonsvandaan.wordpress.com Evening Return Entrenched in silence, we wait for news From the outside world that not yet wants to come at once. We sit in

LOVE IN TIMES OF LOCKDOWN I lay my hand on the silence of your body. I kiss the autumn light on your shoulder. Within you I will die

Picture by Germain Droogenbroodt ÁNGELA In memoriam Captivated by the beauty and the colours of the sunrise that no artist can recreate she went day after day to