India

1.   Dignity is an infatuation*   Evermore, for being well Runway of life packs off From unknown   Not a grief But a flying recipe in fingertips I’ve discovered all astonishments In your breast   And then it will...

Unfinished evermore    From every corner, you know I came across the strikes. Aimed and fought Fought for the desponded soul. A sullen desert equipped my vims, Fallen asleep Dreamt of the lanes At every monsoon where we met That...

En un jardín de Nueva Delhi las flores y las hojas ordenan el espacio en un liviano acuario de colmenas donde tiembla el color.     Vienen las siete hermanas a comer las migajas entre ardillas sedosas y franjas de...

Lover’s Gift Last night in the garden I offered you my youth’s foaming wine. You lifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled while I raised your veil, unbound your tresses, drawing down upon my breast...