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AUTUMN SETS In the paleness of my den ere I fix to light, muted on bricks and dusty curtains, a window faces upward bound, yet nothing in its recess but a cold absence, skeletal leaves left broken from summer. She left me. So I turn away to nothing but stairs leading to bent door, from some foundation swing until a jam never to open again. Her scent lingers. Trapped am I without a word spoken for my reprieve from darkness where I sleep. So I claw and hammer vibrations...
  • 17 mayo, 2023
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De la nostalgia y otros universos, una lectura de La huella del gnomon de Jesús Vázquez Mendoza Carmen Julia Holguín Chaparro Siguiendo La huella del gnomon, el lector se adentra por los trayectos, las precisiones y los olvidos de una voz poética que viaja mental, reflexiva, nostálgica y emocionalmente por veinte años de experiencias diversas. El recorrido, en medio de un gran tráfico, atraviesa países antiguos, ciudades bulliciosas, calles solitarias, espacios extraños, bares. Atraviesa fronteras, crea memorias, enfrenta silencios ante lenguas extranjeras, ante ruidos internos. Anda, también, entre brumas,...
  • 8 mayo, 2023
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NIGHTWALKING BETWEEN CENTURIES Somewhere between ends and beginnings alert to the scuff of a shoe in the shadows a block away, I walk the night streets of this city midway through self-demolition − half-metamorphosed half-decayed − passing shadows of my former self on streets where storefronts have shifted, signs altered, brick facades from another century caught in a bank tower’s funhouse mirrors. And turning a corner I sometimes glimpse the virtual, the becoming city as near in time as this red brick though barely imagined here at street level...
  • 1 mayo, 2023
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PASTORE DI SILLABE Quando le giornate si fanno buio l’ombra diserta i confini fa voce d’eguale mette i raggi al cielo perché pedali più in fretta Così tu dici quante parole restano sospese a lacrimare di solitudine come nuvole da ultimo si dissolvono se non fanno gregge Mi spingi a diventare pastore a riunire le sillabe disperse a farne corpo per assecondare la luce salvare con la bellezza il mondo PASTOR DE SÍLABAS Cuando los días se oscurecen la sombra abandona las fronteras hace una voz de lo mismo...
  • 28 abril, 2023
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DOORS AND WINDOWS We’d given up the cat for dead, but a neighbor reported, a cavity beneath the porch of an empty house across the street had drawn cats before, her own once for ten days. On my knees I peered, heard mewing, coaxed her out musty and thin, carried her back; homecoming or capture. As I lay here tonight another leaf falls from the struggling avocado tree, root-bound in a bucket by the window, sucking in water the radiator robs relentlessly from her leaves. The cat cries at...
  • 15 abril, 2023
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