Winter and Sparrow

Winter unfolds its alligator wings and my poem rests upon the broken wings of a lonely sparrow, afraid of helicopter blades above although we always handle all this with love (except for a small minority of protesters), each time we invade a street with firm though tired feet. And thus we keep our non-violent resistance…

What I etched

I etched the essence of your soul on silvery walks around lakes, rivers and oceans, apparently calm, till the storms would unleash again those fears and uncertainties that cloud distant horizons of our lost freedom that we hope to recover one of these days. And then I knew your soul was as rebellious as mine.…

The Clock Of Risk

  Some people wanted to pull backward the enormous hands of a ticking clock but what they did not realise was that the clock of risk was inevitable and that sometimes there’s no other choice but to stand on the right side of history when we are to defend human rights.   © December 2018…

Time And Human Cruelty

Time cannot be changed or escaped. Time is a thief, a friend to no one and every day is a gift… continue reading original post   © August 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés

Joy And Freedom

“I had to leave Spain to avoid jail because the powerful people resent what I do with a microphone. Fortunately, my weapon fits in my suitcase and I can trouble those people from the last corner with oxygen in the world.” (rough English translation from words spoken by Valtònyc, exiled rapper)