Someone Must Be Called Twilight - Jaime Saenz

Through the years the glow persists.

The horizon, where my steps echo and go out with the twilight, persists.

The Husband - Adela Zamudio

Thirsting in the desert of ambition,

in search of recognition he holds dear,

a man stands at the threshold of glory;

I want to be one with you in the water - María Soledad Quiroga

I want to be one with you in the water

to feel in transparency

the body's weight,

So I Am Persuaded - Jaime Saenz

Everyone lives in one

—I, you, they.

We all live in all, no one lives or dies, and each is on his own

—but nobody knows what happens.

High above the Dark City - Jaime Saenz

One night on a rain-glistened road high above the dark city

with its now-distant tumult

she will certainly sigh

Octagonal Howl Poem - Rita Valdivia

In the cawing of my night
more drawn out than a thought
compacted by the atmosphere;
desires curdle like some vital sustenance
raped by air.

The Basket of Wool - Jaime Saenz

Desiring yet unable, I dreamt myself in this room sleeping and I dreamt myself being able,
making a basket of wool toll like a bell to keep myself sleeping,
and wanting them to come not come, and to make not make a basket of wool toll like a bell prompting a sadness without desire,

For a mythology of minor things - Humberto Quino

Like one who wrinkles an old shirt
&
Goes about naked in the old cinemas

Watching the River Flow - Jaime Saenz

When the hour comes I'll speak with you, watching the river flow, at the river's edge.

To be born a man - Adela Zamudio

She works so hard
to make up for the sloth
of her husband, and in the house
(Pardon my surprise.)
he's so inept and pompous,
that of course he's the boss
because he's a man!