Havana Jetty 1985 - Roger Santiváñez

She had her jumpsuit set on the shore
Its chimera calmed in the shadow
Of the bank sang with Fierro on guitar
And the silence sounded the air entranced

Primus Priory - Jared Angira

My man is gone away to serve
                                        the Master
                                        his chief

A Grave in Samoa - John Macfarlane

     The wild birds strangely call,
And silent dawns and purple eves are here,
Where Southern stars upon his grave look down,
     Calm-eyed and wondrous clear!

Mother's love - Roberto Echavarren

Rock, echo, hard sand;
from the ravine runs
white-hot water: each grain
of mica in the sun, bud, shoot, stone,
sere mouth, collects dust

Icarus - Gabriele Tinti

I would like to fly away from here, be cured of this pointless disease,
burn under another light, a clear, scorching dawn.

A Little Bit About the Soul - Wislawa Szymborska

A soul is something we have every now and then.
Nobody has one all the time
or forever.

The Rains Will Come Again - Amenuveve Agbitor

While you roll in noble duvets,
And saw logs into the morning,
In magnificent buildings,
That pose elegantly,
On fine rocky hills,

The Wind - Robert Louis Stevenson

I saw you toss the kites on high 

And blow the birds about the sky; 

And all around I heard you pass, 

Like ladies' skirts across the grass — 

     O wind, a-blowing all day long, 

     O wind, that sings so loud a song!

It all seemed like a dream - Nazaha Zaeem

It all seemed like a dream,
As I sit in denial to believe,
I lost a soul before my eyes,

Where somebody drew a flower - Miriam Calleja

In winter, these rock dwellings
take on a different slant.
In winter as you walk, if you
take care not to slip, you arrive
at a rock placed by giants,
where somebody drew a flower.