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
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