THE STRANGE WORDS With all those words I meet on the pavement of the street, what can I do? With all those expressions that cannot be expressed in

Sculpture by Félix Roulin, Belgium Larbi Ben M’hidi * In memory of Independence Day A bright smile appeared on his face. He was a rebel, there was nobody

Butterfly’s Flutter   In that moment of loneliness With helplessness subdued Pride wounded And heart-rendered One seeks to unshackle The restraints of a vile world But suddenly hears

Trees In this city of beatings the trees have been imprisoned with bars of concrete. From my window I see their branches trying to reach a trembling mirror

Painting by Silvia Zúniga, Nicaragua 5 I don’t know if you loved me: I loved you and that was all, and that was enough, and the days made

At the peak, painting by Luis Cruz-Villalobos DECLARATIONS ABOUT LIFE Life is a slow melancholy about what is missing and about that which is no longer and will

FAIR WEATHER Sleep, my little one, your mother is here to comfort you The storm whitened the night with lightning and the dark fog blinds the mind but

Painting by Satish Gupta OLD BAZAR (SKOPJE) How peaceful this evening that slows down even the shadows of the night recollections as clear as the water of this

Here the addressing for Nicolas Born The paths, often walked, became deeper, the wide dike, the distance, nothing gave rest. Nothing but pain was left, the hollow breath,

The only witness For Rashid   Not the heaps of your love letters in the velvet chest of memories; Not the armful of flowers and fruits you bring