WITH WINGS OF FIRE UNTIL THE EXTERMINATION I want to sing everywhere I want a cradle of feathers I want a piece of heaven between the boards I

At one stroke, all changed direction. The iron way (alive!) of the rains took us to the dawn, and I dreamed of you, the whole earth was sleepless,

FUENTE DE LOS OCHO CAÑOS Eight mouths stuck in a wall of ochre nurtured as by a miracle by a wondrous flood of water where the pilgrim —head

IT CAN START ALL OVER AFTER ALL Bombing of Ghouta, Syria After I buried my mother and ran from the cemetery in a shower of shells, after I

Face of love, in thoughts, as snow fell from the sky. With querying mellow eyes, it reflected itself, then drove fluttering through the trees —Oh, heaven’s downfall!— Then

Last night you fell asleep on me! And tonight you toss and turn only pretending to be asleep. We will be together until The Day of Resurrection. So

BOTTLE IN THE SEA Message in a bottle poem to the unknown It will drift to a future country It may get lost in the labyrinth of currents

FOR ÁNGELA FIGUERA AYMERICH *   We know nothing of the turnings of the sun, the longest hours, the clouds, nor the vagaries of the sky. Only the

thousands of people attend the readings of the international poetry festival of Granada, Nicaragua.  a tribute to two important poets  the protagonists Ernesto Cardenal and Gioconda Belli a

THE TIGER AND THE ROSE I listen as I sleep to tigers making love to roses beneath shining blue moons and I hear the mockingbirds’ song and I