Algunas veces
mido el tiempo en canciones
canciones eternas
de cinco minutos
Demasiado cortas
cuando son de Billie
de Corgan o de Fran
Category: TRAVEL POETRY
Places, people, music, cultures, the sound of different languages, the history of a little village or an extraordinary view; these things sometimes awaken the poet that I have been since I was a little girl. As a constant wanderer, the bulk of my poetic work is what I call TRAVEL POETRY.
Sometimes words can evoke the feel of a place much more than images. This is probably the most personal section of my already pretty personal blog.
If these humble words reach you somehow, I would love to hear from you.
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RODOS PEDIA (Children of Rhodes-Rhodes, Greece, June 2006))
I´ve walked in the
medieval parks of Rhodes
SANTORINI
A Grand setting
for grand things all
for tragedies
and tales of love
INSIDE THE MOSQUE
I remember a Mosque
in Gibraltar
quietly sat
upon a rock
in front of Africa
An ordinary day (poem written on a plane)
Butchering
to the sound
of Frank Sinatra
The slit
throats
of Abu Ghraib
The Uruguayan
The uruguayan
Dressed in their autumn colors
All year long
Train people (Long Beach-Hollywood)
All of them, tired and sad this Friday afternoon, with the hard looks of subway people everywhere. That bleak race of the commuters of the world.
African Queen (Bermuda, Spring 2006)
” the hordes of murderers
and thieves
brought in
to rule New Worlds “
A Long Beach garden
The Long Beach dew
turns Valley steam
before your heart
warms up
as this
one inside my chest
Hay algo en un hombre que canta
Poema que escribí al enterarme de la muerte (nunca muere, en verdad) de Eduardo Darnauchans, estando lejo de Uruguay.