STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN 10 MARCH2015 I climb the stairs of the metro Plaza Egaña. I like to go, looking straight at the sky. The floor dissolves the space.

The sixth edition of the international poetry festival Mihai Eminescu in Craiova, Romania, 17-21 September 2018

MIRROR The evening sky is helplessly hanging, a full-length mirror to the ground; Beyond the clouds, a faint, hardly visible star— Now seen, now lost, my image. ***

TO LIVE I feel that my life flows like a slow river, that it has neither beginning nor end, as if ever I were born nor could exist

THRESHOLD At which erogenous zone of this language, nomad, tattoos the star of absence? The poem, a shelter without roots, opens to the obscure appeal of the roads.