Offspring of the Distant Word: II - Susy Delgado

In an awakening
everyone
must go away;

Loneliness without remembering - Hérib Campos Cervera

Oh, cloud voice! Oh, Velvet! 

Giving a name to your moss music 

There’s a place - José Luis Appleyard

There’s a place in the world where I live

small and unique,

a place of my own,

a piece of land, redolent of wood,

with people like me,

in a captive heart,

diminutive, bleeding and sad.

Wait - Gladys Carmagnola

The Southern Cross comes to our appointment

every night, without fail.

The Myracle of the Toothpiks - Jorge Canese

If time doesn’t exist, what is it that repeats itself so?

Offspring of the Distant Word: I - Susy Delgado

In an awakening

it glued itself

to my tongue

This Day Our Daily Dog - Giselle Caputo

It’s as if the plastic bags
had become the sofa’s latest outfit
because why remember the dead
and gather dust in the house

Shadows on the Land, II - Carlos Villagra Marsal

         Ill-fated land,
orphaned by your children,
mansion of forgetfulness
and of punishment.

The Scowl of the Perpetual Dictator - Elvio Romero

What a difficult countenance!
What a complex countenance!
There’s something that draws me to his furrowed brow,
on his patriotic mission.

Let Me Relate To You - Manuel Ortiz Guerrero

Let me relate to you
The sorrow that oppresses me,