Magician
19 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
wonderfulcan no longer cheatno longer want to liehaving tired of even the most indolent conversationslet the body run aground anywhere in this seaand jump into the water and not know when or hownor if we are going to return for that skin that hangs f...
18 Feb 2021 2 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
The palace of coincidences Moon Palace (1989) is a novel about coincidences, about the things that happen without the hero being able to do something to avoid it. The events occur, they rush, they slow down, but in one way or another these events pro...
17 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
We were on this earth so many timesand so many times we set fire to its roots so far we went wrinkling the airsaying that this time it would be different. we fatten the bladders of timewith a blowpipe we hunted our mouths and we returned so many time...
16 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
having arrived is less than not having gone.because if we don't stayif we don't break with the faith of martyrdomand we leave there a living word, a nest,A hug,the warmth, the look, the panic is useless.have arrived to put a cloth ofice water on the...
15 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
More glasses were broken in the name of love than in the name of war.spears, bayonets, planes, catapults, swords revealed lesshuman reason than the circumstantial face that love acquired.more cities have been devastated by the plague of insomnia than...
13 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
In front of the window, I suddenly hear the hawk cry. I lift my head and see him appear with a dove in his claws. A second later he lands on a pine branch next to the one in the nest. I observe that the female is standing in another one a little lowe...
13 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
we walk towards the wordwhich is on the horizonelevated like a lighthouse by the seaaround is a perpetual nightcold closed without starswe walk thirstywith a desire for helpthe knees wear out on the waythe back is bent in the wayand when we get to th...
12 Feb 2021 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal
There is always a thunder that snatchesthe question line in the middle of the ship.The refuge turns hillside, discomfort, almost a challengefacing the night and the saga of crickets,fireflies, kelp, nameless bugs.A sequence of lime trees and poplars...
11 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
we walk towards the wordwhich is on the horizonelevated like a lighthouse by the seaaround is a perpetual nightcold closed without starswe walk thirstywith a desire for helpthe knees wear out on the waythe back is bent in the wayand when we get to th...
10 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
against poetry that says nothingthe poetry that says less against the poet on dutythe poet who never opens against the pastoral of apostolic poetryThe River Plate Church of Tibetan Lyric to the scaffold the poet who smells of thymeforgiven the poet w...
