THOSE YOUR ORANGES HAIR Those your hair orange in the emptiness of the world, in the empty glass heavy with silence and shadow, where with bare hands I try every your reflection. Chimerical is the shape of your heart, and my desire to lose your love looks like. Oh sighs of amber, dreams, glances. But not always you have been …

YVES TANGUY 1/6 – He was born and died in January, wrapped in the winters of Paris and Woodbury. In 1924, the surrealism enters his life, reading the magazine “The Surrealist Revolution.” At the age of 28, he exhibited his paintings at the Galerie Au Sacre du Printemps in Paris (with Arp, Ernst and Masson, Miró and Picasso). Despite his …

SHADOWS So I thought of you and I have written so much about you, not to know who you were. In so many rooms I slept, without you by my side, and many are the houses in which I lived, without you. There are many cities where I met you. There are many things that I need, or lost due …

WORDS IN THE FORM OF CLOUD OF DUST I open the window overlooking anywhere. The window that opens inward. The wind lifts snapshots mild, towers of dust swirling. They are higher than this house. They are within this paper. Fall and get up. Before you say anything, to fold the sheet disperse. Whirlwinds of echoes aspirated, inspired by their own …

FAREWELL Farewell, forget and forgive. And burn the letters, such as a bridge. And that is your courageous journey, which is straight and simple. And there is darkness for you to shine a bit of silver stars, there is hope to warm your hands close to your fire. There are blizzards, snow, rain and the crackle of flame furious, and …

KARLOVASSI BAY Old houses inhabited by the boos of the night boats. By lampshades hang small wooden ships built with care from the hands of sailors convicted. For years and years now they are locked. Rust, salt, moths, termites have corroded doors, windows, floors, stairs, locks, bars. Here once children played with a dog as big as a lion. Naked …

A long and winding road – north of Tuxtla and towards Villahermosa – gives you beautiful scenery, but we are headed twenty kilometers further east, in San Cristobal de las Casas (the way we will stop in Chiapa de Corzom to see the Museo de Laca, and buy a bottle made from lacquered gourds). San Cristobal de las Casas was …

The southeastern part of Iceland is dominated by Vatnajokull glacier. The small villages of Hofn and Kirkjubaejarklaustur (along with some farm), greet the inhabitants of these places, where nature reigns supreme, next to the terrible sleeping volcano in the slot Lakagigar. South of the camp of Kirkjubaejarklaustur – within the grounds of a farm – you expect a masterpiece of …

When your ferry drops anchor in the harbor of Skala, from large protected cove you’ll see the city, but before choosing your hotel safely down to the cafeteria Arion. Sit down, relax and watch the boats, and even the little boats headed to the beaches of this island. Look up, you’ll see the ruins of the acropolis of Kastelli, wanting …