The Isle of Light for Varavara Rao * There is an Isle of Light I will take you there It has never known iron bars Come with me

Before the Joy My words are no longer charcoal as they were before when in the heat of the glow they had become black now they move with

MEN The resigned sea gives back the dead, excessive straw, useless, upon this earth. Crazy and lost the desperate adults depart, the innocent little ones can do nothing,

DOG Suddenly, so spoiled, caressed, well cared for with vaccines administered. At the slightest symptom, I´m being taken for a consultation. The pampering yet increases the pitiful voices

LONELY GOODBYE for those who, wherever, have to die lonely Chilly the room the white walls audible only the echo of loneliness. Not a tender word anymore no

INITIATION Borderless, dreamy image of a cypress in meditation, feathery touch of fingers and breaths experienced, heavenly sounds and in your eyes, in your teardrop, I want to

THE ROSE FROM LESBOS I got that rose from an unknown woman when I was on my way to an unknown city. —And now that I´m in town

Commotion Look how your arrival has stirred up the birds of my soul . . . How just that look of you caused commotion in my mourning birds

WE SHALL MEET . . . Painting by Martin Raabe, “Lovers” We shall meet after the end of world, you told me When we’ll be just you and

Volver a la primera luz, un homenaje a Lawrence Ferlinghetti por Lidia Chiarelli LUZ EN LAS PAREDES DE LA VIDA A Lawrence Ferlinghetti por su 101 cumpleaños Enséñame