Worlds Within The World

Sick leaves all dry just passing by as the train rushes to a new destination. Where’s the green long disappeared and where the woods we once had? There is a world within the world vanishing slowly as the train speeds up, from the old one to the new one. Are we prepared for new worlds…

Revolution Dance

I recorded this video on March 8, 2020, to honor International Women’s Day. The fans I move in the air symbolise our wish for greater freedom, our non violent revolution against any kind of power abuse and oppression not just on women, but on any human being on Earth. The song is by a Catalan…

Always all ways

we draw the world all waysouf of some thing. not alwaysour lungs ache with possibilityof anything where any thingis a mystery to our mind andsoul. the sole idea of such athought keeps us always drawingall ways even though there’scontra diction assaulting us. © 2022 Marta Pombo Sallés

When The World Became Still

When the world became still The sun would still rise in the morning And you’d think the birds would sing louder than ever, Or was it because the noise of the cars had suddenly stopped? The air became more breathable I so longed to breathe and touch nature Yet we were told to stay home.…

Stolen Spring

Our spring has been stolen.A virus so malevolenthits worldwide, not intelligentfor it leaves us broken. Birds sing on my terrace,air is purer, less pollution,a positive contribution,a moment of solace. Yet people are dyingwhile spring comes and knocks on our doors.We hear nothing, trapped in our moors.And birds are still flying over blossoming trees,over the non-confined…

Revolution Dance

I recorded this video yesterday, March 8, to honor International Women’s Day. The fans I move in the air symbolise our wish for greater freedom, our non violent revolution against any kind of power abuse and oppression not just on women, but on any human being on Earth. The song is by a Catalan group…

Moon Buried In The Mud

Moon stayed with us on each terraceof hope we had built together.Our sweet friend came every night,sometimes hidden behind endless clouds,others as radiant as our heartsready to embark in an Icarus flight. We followed the moon high up in the skyuntil our wings collapsed and we fell down.Some other citizens did not take flight,they stayed…

Switch on Freedom

I bought this freedom online.It arrived just a few days ago.The messenger left it at my door.I came from work and found it,took it inside and read the instructions.It only needed three batteriesand then I switched it on.The yellow letters came aliveilluminating the whole room.The word became the most important.I switch it on and off…

A Review of My Posey Taste Like: The Paradise Lost Edition – A Book by Alexandra Naughton

This is a collection of poems I have enjoyed very much. Each single piece is like the free flow of the waters of a river. At times the waters run crystal clear when the persona of the poem shows determination to unmask the truth of a life too much based on money and appearances in…

My Breathing into the World

My breathing into the worldcollapsed two years ago when our common lights and desireswere smashed against the darknessof prison cells and constant repression.An army of police could seize the ballots,beat us up, we peaceful voters,we would fall but stand up again:1 d’Octubre, ni oblit ni perdó,October 1, no oblivion, no reprievefor those who strangle democracy.Today…