Resistance - Joel Linares Moreno

The olive speaks in the middle of the camp
opens its charred entrails to the universe

Blonde - Andrés Bello

Do you know, blonde, what favor I request
When I cover the altars with offerings?
Not rich furnishings, not superb lands,
Neither a table that flatters the appetite.

Of the text - Juan Calzadilla

           Some have experienced the feeling of poetry to such an extreme degree that the fact of having expressed it in their lives with the same intensity by which they would like to have written it, has incapacitated them and, for that reason, exempted them from putting it into words.

For My Eightieth Birthday - Eugenio Montejo

The eightieth year of my life is as far away
as the moment I was born.
In the distance, the clocks are erased,
but tonight I open my home to my friends,
I want them all to come
to celebrate at my side.

The room - Reinaldo Perez Só

The room

is

empty

Images - Juan Sánchez Peláez

I

You, who likewise

in the cup of your verb

overflow the liquid.

I Saw Her Wandering - Francisco Pérez Perdomo

I saw her wandering 

amid the trees that swayed 

and fanned her pale beauty 

Rome /1/10/73 - Víctor Valera Mora

This cigarette butt

This little bit of ground coffee

This cherry yogurt

These few grains of salt

Possession - Juan Sánchez Peláez

The world weighs malicious and solemn in my roots.

I accept your hands, your joy, my delirium.

Blessed be the butterfly - Betsimar Sepúlveda

Blessed be the butterfly

wise enough to separate the flames from the fire

and to hurl itself, delirious, into the beauty of its center.

Making Peace - Rafael Cadenas

Let’s come to an agreement, poem.

I’ll stop forcing you to say what you don’t mean

and you won’t resist my desires.

I Write with Words That Have Shadow but Don’t Shelter - Guillermo Sucre

I write with words that have shadow but don’t shelter

no sooner do I start this page insomnia burns it

The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer - Eugenio Montejo

The earth turned to bring us closer,

it spun on itself and within us,

a chair - Reinaldo Perez Só

this is a chair

just a chair

Juan Sánchez Peláez - Vicente Gerbasi

The eyes of the owl 

closed on the plain 

of death 

The Vision - Armando Rojas Guardia

Unobstructed, the building

suspends itself in the still

timid light of dawn.

The Bird of Hope - Luis Enrique Belmonte

They marked the door with knife stabs,
belched out our names,
      spit on the mailboxes,
threw sulfur in the garden.

Defeat - Rafael Cadenas

I who have never had a trade

who have felt weak facing every competitor

who lost the best titles for life

To the Bío Bío - Andrés Bello

Blest were he, O Bío Bío!
Who could dwell forevermore
In a deep grove, cool and shady,
Upon thine enchanted shore!