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…

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…

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…

My Poem on The BeZine

One of my poems has just appeared in the September issue of TheBezine, dedicated to social justice. I strongly recommend you this publication and its participating poets. Please read my piece here.

The Resilient Rock

I want to love you Though the distance burdens me. Our intellects melted, Attracted to each other. I see you do need me As a rock to hold on to. And I receive your waves As they crash on me. Yet I do not mind the erosion For I am pure resilience When I feel…

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…