Geographic Verses

A book, like a journey, begins with curiosity and ends with melancholy”. (José Vasconcelos)

 

 

 


Port of Air

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

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...

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

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...

Organza Journeys

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

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....

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Isabel Sánchez H.

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