TSUNAMI The sea rose, broke down the door And came straight at you at your face Dragged underwater, you surrender Struggle immediately ceases And you drift along, with
BROKEN all the mirrors, disfigured even on the reverse side one’s own name undeveloped, our footsteps faded, your I my you —invisible trail— survive us. RAFAEL CARCELÉN, SPAIN
BANGKOK Confused and scattered eternal holy city brilliant light of gold reeking of smoke and ash. Is it possible to dim the gleam of pearl cleaning this