“Cobwebflowers” poetry by Miguel Hernández Cover painting by Siegfried Reich an der Stolpe, Germany Last Song Painted, not void: my house is painted with the color of great
www.KunstLoft.de Reasoning When you’re in love, Everything is possible, You could be for instance as light, As a strayed arrow, That strikes the blue sky, And
Photo by Germain Droogenbroodt, Santa Maria Navarrese, Sardinia Memories belong to no one For M. P. A friend had told him about it: when her sister’s coffin had
Poem to commemorate the 100th anniversary of Paul Celan Josef Bordat, Germany Corona Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. We shell time
Giacomo Manzù, Italia Fugue of Death* (Coronavirus) To Donald Trump, Boris Johnson, Jair Bolsonaro… Death, we drink you, we drink you with our eyes, we drink you
Pablo Atchugarry, Montevideo Breath It is in that remote breath, inside the heart, that everyone recognizes his destiny. The most forbidden dream: the idea of an
Amrutlal * With green ink, sometimes with red, Amrutlal would very carefully, in neat handwriting, write down his poems in a leather-bound diary. Sometimes he had a nightmare
