Hi! My name is Pablo. I'm an art curator and photographer originally from Buenos Aires, Argentina ( Muchaaaachos) no travelling the world. Welcome to my first blog! Here I'd love to show some pieces of poetry and art critic.
11 Jul 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Espressoytonica
I am the night's sad song, The echo of a soul, That wanders on and on Through the dark vale of dole. No ray of sunlight gilds My path of sorrow lone, And on my brow the chill Of death's white hand is shown. No friend, no kindred heart To cheer my lon...
9 Jul 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Espressoytonica
Oh, the days have flown so swiftly by,Since first thy heart I won, And in thine eyes I saw the sigh Of love, which ne'er was done. Oh, the nights have flown so swiftly by,Since first thy lips I pressed, And in thine arms I felt the sigh Of love, whic...
3 Jul 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Espressoytonica
The world is weary of the din of war,The clash of arms, the scream of shell and mine;Weary of blood, and weary of the dinOf hatred's voice, and of the lust of crime. Weary of strife, and weary of the tearsThat flow from eyes of women and of men;Weary...
30 Jun 2023 1 minute read 1 comment Espressoytonica
I love you as the waves love the cliffs,That crash against them, yet never tire. I love you as the wind loves the sails, That fill them up and carry them higher. I love you as the earth loves the rain, That nourishes her and makes her grow again. I l...
29 Jun 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Espressoytonica
The past, alas! is but a dream, A fading shadow, vague and dim; A vision that our eyes may seem To see, but cannot grasp or limn. The past, alas! is but a sigh,A mournful echo, far and lone;A voice that seems to sob and cry, But dies upon the ear alo...
28 Jun 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Espressoytonica
I The heart is a blackened coal That burns and smoulders still, And the mind is a barren soil Where no flowers can ever will. II The soul is a caged bird That beats its wings in vain, And the body is a corpse that girds Its shroud about it again. III...
27 Jun 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Espressoytonica
In a land that is not my own, I dwell, a stranger alone. The language is strange, The customs are strange, But I'm learning to adapt, I'm not stone. I long for my homeland, For the sights and sounds I hold dear. For the people I love, And the thing...
26 Jun 2023 1 minute read 1 comment Espressoytonica
I have a book of sand,Its pages never end. I turn them, but they shift And the words are never the same. I read of worlds beyond our own, Of cities made of glass, Of forests of crystal, And rivers of fire. I read of beings unlike ourselves, Of creatu...
