Orar en esta calle | Carmen Verde Arocha
El sueño de Frankenstein El agua un vuelo para entrar al mundoLos pájaros un cauce para salir de élCuando el fuego sostiene nuestras almas Todo es devorado por la tierra -Así nace el amor (Canción gótica. 2017 en: Que el río responda. Antología poética. Visor Libros, 2025) Para quedarse callada a las mujeres que están …...
La noche no tiene tiempo | Rowena Hill
Villa Ranchetti Esta noche se han abierto los pliegues del tiempo,se yerguen cipreses y olivos en una claridad oscura,la pendiente del cerro es hermosacomo hace medio siglo, pero mi juventudes ahora y mi vejez y siemprey el espacio de la noche no tiene tiempo.Si yo pudiera hablar, si pudiera deciralgo verdadero, tendría el sellode...
Two long weeks I wandered
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
I shouted above the sudden noise.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
It is very curious to watch this
By the light of the now brilliant moons I saw that he was but a shadow of his former self, and as he turned from my caress and commenced greedily.
He runs towards the Maybury Hill: Embeds
At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that was moving rapidly.
