“A book, like a journey, begins with curiosity and ends with melancholy”. (José Vasconcelos)
The capital
Madrid, playing with your "deck of cards" is mandatory, Although this time I have brought you new cards: A "horse" over your ground has ridden And has been very amazed by these lands. Madrid, you welcome the visitor as yours, and soon one feels your native....
Port of Air
Being it the gate of goodbyes and reunions, It is for me a desert I get into; Today, I feel no 'hi', I feel no 'bye'. Groups of friends, traveling families... My wandering soul gets honest: expects jealousy between the cloud and the Sun. Exhausted I float among...
Grantebrycge
Thank you for checking my poem about Cambridge. Unfortunately, this poem was a challenge to me in Spanish, so you can imagine how difficult it must be to translate it into English, respecting its structure, rhythm and content as faithfully as possible. Cambridge is...
Walking the Isle
Dear Island,
How have you been? So long I’ve been wanted to visit you…
Hereinafter
I will come back to step on your cliffs and hills.
Winged Kingdom
With excitement and without luggage I arrived to a paradise;
illusory walls and sliding clouds,
dwelling of celestial elements: “The Angels” –
seraphs of the “plasma” inhabit it; and a path
awash with starry paving stones – stepped
by the followers and the worshiped, both mortals;
In the Middle of Nowhere
In the middle of nowhere are your coordinates, In the midst of the desert, coated with petroleum. In the middle of nowhere its roads survive, Anomalous, cracked by the four wheel drives. In the middle of nowhere I find your gaze, and in it, your pupil, and in it its...
Biscay Bay: The Fountain of Youth
"Remote" paradise filled up with bathers; Humbleness dances the Caribbean along the street, Vanity navigates through exclusive waves: envied beaches from the comfortable yacht. But its heart beats in the little Havana: with proud they say “¡Hola!” and ask me ...
Promenade of Water and Branches
Under the shelter of the Saint five young ladies of stone and Franciscan soul are erected; they look up to the sky and pray messages of history and wind. Five little tanned nuns among ruins and silence sing their Canary heritage, at present, withered. As of a poplar...
Organza Journeys
All begins and ends between the ample wings that connect my yesterday, my today and my tomorrow; It collects me, it raises me and on the ground it alights and although the faces change, my curious mind goes in depth into the impressive and cretaceous Dallas. Vast...
What is left
Alcohol. Bets. Sin. Welcome to the capital of hell! Glamour, weddings, paradise! Welcome to its antonym, heaven! In the snow, Armijo found, walking springs and vegetable lanes, an oasis, sweet discovery!, in the desert, fountain of crystalline water in that density....
