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… Continue reading Stolen Spring

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… Continue reading My Breathing into the World