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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 the first city I visited abroad and I had a...

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; they...
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 reflection. In the middle of nowhere by the sun...
Biscay Bay: The Fountain of Youth

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  “¿española?” Domino and jazz evening under...
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Isabel Sánchez H.

"Cazadora de un resplandor etéreo. Vuela."