Promise - Meira Delmar

Some blue and flowered morning
we shall sweetly go, hand in hand

to listen to the stories the brook whispers
before the amazement of the bare stones...

The Guali - Manuel María Madiedo

Far away are mountains, swelling
     Dark blue on a paler sky;
Whose faint quivering light is telling
     That the sun has risen high.
Straight above, he draws unto him
     All the splendor of the heaven;
Darting on the lonely pilgrim
     Rays like redhot lances driven.

Can I try to sing a song - Omar García Ramírez

Can I try to sing a song in the midst of our shipwreck?
Or will it be thrown into the storm of silence?
An image?
A voice?

Chromaphagite - León Gil

Today I breakfasted on red

violet blue yellow and green

The Sound of the Wind - Porfirio Barba Jacob

The sound of the wind in the arcade

holds within it the key to myself:

I am a strengthened puissance,

I am a lamentation of the abyss.

Future - Porfirio Barba Jacob

Do say when I die… (and may the day be far)

That haughty and disdainful, prodigal and turbulent,

In the insatiable vital ecstasy

He was a flame in the wind…

Fixed Stars - José Asunción Silva

When the soul

Has broken from the body

And sleeps in the tomb’s night,

Longer than any other,

Mountains/3 - José Manuel Arango

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With a glass in my hand, looking at the mountains,
I caress the back of my dog.

To One Sick - José Asunción Silva

So you go too? So you’re weak?
So you lack the breath of life and thirst
For the pure air, the wild auroras?

As if you'd remember - Raúl Gómez Jattin

As if you'd remember Isabel
of the hopscotch underneath your patio’s mamoncillo tree
of the rag dolls that were our children

Nocturne III - José Asunción Silva

          A night
A night full of hushings, of the curled wool of perfume
     And incanting wing,