In Memoriam To Kevin, 1983-2012 Et copiosa apud eum redemptio Psalm 130 This morning Death came for you. Who sent her? You, merciful God? There is no cliché

Painting, detail, by Rogier van der Weyden, Belgium, 1400-1464  Bdin* XVI  for Prof. Simeon Yanev Today, March 18th, was a sunny springday. Today killed anybody, nobody anybody. I

Painting by Francisco Lozano, Spain Cover of the book “The Noise of the World” Poems by Francisco Brines   Song of the Sleepless   It is still night

AN EMPTY GLASS The cup full of spring water was in sight It is a part of my body. I tried to drink it, But when I tried,

“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