ENGLISH: Fragile white feathers fighting against the wind such are the harsh lives of most people surviving through arts and poetry. I watch her in the distance. She sits alone, at the back, eyes closed, listening to the magic flow. The smoothness of poetry. She revels in it. Next time I approach… Continue reading Fragile White Feathers (English + Catalan versions)
in the shallow night hollow sounds disrupt the silence words unspoken throb in my throat your teardrops slip through my skin penetrate my soul run through my veins with the beauty of words never heard before suddenly no more air to breathe moonbathing in menopausic heat my male muse whispers me something: a bittersweet taste… Continue reading In The Shallow Night
Catalonia’s new president announces: today’s the end of article 155 which allowed Spain’s government direct rule of all Catalan institutions. After the dire fall of Mariano Rajoy with his entire government drowned in the depths of the worst corruption a new political period emerges. I do not know if article 155 will definitely disappear or… Continue reading 155: Coincidence Or Not?
The sky above you discloses a handful of stars and shadows. As you draw the lines of a new day screams gather in your throat. Unuttered. Yet desire is fear’s thaw so you walk over the threshold and draw lines of desire, a new path where you paint a sunshine of hope for freedom, a… Continue reading Lines Of Desire
ENGLISH: That evening I sat on a stone bench gazing at the evening sun over the peaceful ocean. Birds flew across the sky sun reflected on the water. I sensed everything. Closed my eyes felt the breeze filling my soul. Gazed at the sun again and hoped one day it would dry my open wounds.… Continue reading That Evening (English + Catalan versions)
silence of violence impregnates chambers of hearts shattered looking glass © May 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés
I sense a permanent ache Where I would have let My Isis wings grow, Where every one of us Should be given this gift. Yet only angels got wings Or those birds passing by. You’re born without but Have some freedom If you belong to the luckiest In this beautiful but suffering Earth. And one… Continue reading That Burden On My Back