Poems


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...
Promenade of Water and Branches

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 its branches, the waves of the river flow: its arms...
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 and high, its skyscrapers light up the bridges by...
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. Everything and nothing happens in this limbo, tall,...
Mission of Pain and Mint

Mission of Pain and Mint

It was a bittersweet reunion: sour rain first, mist of uncertainty then, and eventually sailor sun. Special mission: pains and forts of mint, and little colorful houses, and steep roads and bays and markets, and Muir Woods, Sausalito, and vintage trolleys, Shanghai in a little corner, and waving hills and the Pacific...
Worn Paradise

Worn Paradise

So far you stay, sad paradise! I yearn for you and I mourn you… So far! And you reproach me “How far you went!”, And then ask “When will you come back?” From afar I watch you, hectic paradise, Swimming in a sea of ​​rejection and resentment. From afar I watch you sob quietly While you...
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Isabel Sánchez H.

"Cazadora de un resplandor etéreo. Vuela."