It is an honor to share with you all this essay written by my husband. Sergi and I hope it helps clarify certain issues that have remained veiled too long. View original post here: http://sturiella.blogspot.com/2019/08/californias-christening.html © 2019 Sergi Turiella Gómez and Marta Pombo Sallés Advertisements
When Silent Love met with Boasting Vanity
A long time ago I got used to living with My open wounds, The last withered while I was staring at the sunset In the middle of the fog. Yes, you told me so many times About your suffering, How your heart shrunk Fisted in bleeding red While your eyes tasted The salt of the… Continue reading When Silent Love met with Boasting Vanity
The Inner Voice of Delusion
You climb the ladder of my thoughts and yet flowers repent time spent because your action comes too late.You’ve destroyed a magic garden. Perhaps you’ve done this half unconsciouslybut my body and soul are nowthe recipients of a million woundsthat will conform a landscape of scars. There was a time when I believedthe voice of… Continue reading The Inner Voice of Delusion
The Fountain Of Life
rocks sweating watercrowning the iron fountainrefreshment of soul © May 2019 Marta Pombo Sallés
Escape, Illusion and Hope (English + Catalan versions)
ENGLISH: Wandering state of irreality The moon on a cloud ripples dreams Of impossibility Bird flying bleeding heart Icarus wings melted sunk into the ocean Of a sandy illusion Emerald pine tree stains souls … Continue reading Escape, Illusion and Hope (English + Catalan versions)
Faithful Companion
My most faithful companion Is following me Sunrays in the sky needed I am your most faithful companion on sunny days, I come into existence as soon as you are born and The first sunrays pop in through the window bathing you. Try not to disengage me on such days as I follow all The… Continue reading Faithful Companion
Green Nailpolish – A Poem by Preksha
Here I see A green nail polish Nail polish of green colour It changes its hue At you and me Paint us Yellow and Violet And I hear it sing And it sings to me The song of white roses and red colour And all the things I cannot see I smell their vintage aroma… Continue reading Green Nailpolish – A Poem by Preksha
