POETRY

MADRUGADA “Do fundo do meu fourth, do not least of My Body clandestine ouço (não vejo) ouço no bone will grow and no músculo da noite a noite, a noite ocidental obscenamente acesa sobre meu país dividido em classes. “ SUNRISE “From the bottom of my room, from the bottom of my body clandestine I hear (not see) feel grow …

          THE DARK “I closed my eyes to rediscover the deep darkness, hiding always at the same time. It looks like a morning lost inside my confused soul.” (Alexandru Cefan)

TWO SPECIES – J. P. Sartre: Of the two species poor. Those that are all together, and those that are individually. The former are true, others are of the rich unlucky. RICH FRIENDSHIPS – E. Pound: Come, compiangiamoli those who are better than us. Come, friend, and remember, that the rich have butlers and no friends, and we have friends …

YOU’VE SEEN THE SEA “You have seen the sea you have imagined the sea you’ve imagined the sea then seen it just like this you saw the sea and imagined it but you are not a sailor you imagined the sea you saw the sea possibly you anche liked the sea at most it was like this you saw the …

EPITHALAMIUM “Open the windows and thee doors all wide lest taught of night abide, or, like a ship’s trail in the sea, survive what made it there to live! She lies in bed half waiting that her wish grow bolder or more rich to make her rise, or poorer, to oust fear, and she rise as a common day were …

SEALS – Job (The Bible): The hands of every man he closes in a seal, so that each recognizes his works. REDEMPTION – S. Yesenin: Swan song shakes the rainbow eye. For those who fall, sacrifice redeemed all sin. DEADLY FRUITS – Aeschylus: The field of guilt, fruits death. TWICE – Talmud (Hebrew text): Who committed twice a shame, no …

POETRY OF FAREWELL “To the east and west walls of Luoyang, long salute the passing time. Before she left the snow that seemed flowers, now are the flowers that seem to snow.” (Fan Yun)

CONFABULAR – De Salud o nada “Es la llanura el hijo perfecto los que abrimos la mañana con los dientes viviendo hasta aquí arriba el vino de mano en mano el poema de mano en mano la sangre de mano en mano sí es verdad habría que decirlo a todo el mundo.”   CONFABULATE – Health or nothing “It is …

A novel – Mapocho – by Nona Fernandez (Municipal Literary Prize, 2003). In it, the author discusses the Fernandez interpretation of the historian’s mission, in the foundation process of the nation. You can discover the places of the ethnic, sexual and political minorities within the national project, and the strategies of resistance employed by these groups. The  novel, inverts the …

“The last sound of your goodbye, I told him that I knew nothing and that it was the time required to learn the why of the matter. So, between the stones I knew that sum is to unite and subtract that leaves us alone and empty. That the colors reflect the naive desire of the eye. That solfeggi and the …