#latinopoetryfriday
Walter Benjamin leaves Paris (1940)
There never was anything and what was once nothing
has the boundless space of nothingness
for its tomb.
(Tr. C. Steele and D. Lauer)
#latinopoetryfriday
Walter Benjamin leaves Paris (1940)
There never was anything and what was once nothing
has the boundless space of nothingness
for its tomb.
(Tr. C. Steele and D. Lauer)
Intensity and Height
(Tr. Jull Costa) #latinopoetryfriday
I want to write but only foam comes out
...
Let's go! Let's go! I am wounded
let's go and drink what we've drunk already.
Intensity and Height
(Tr. Jull Costa) #latinopoetryfriday
I want to write but only foam comes out
...
Let's go! Let's go! I am wounded
let's go and drink what we've drunk already.
#latinopoetryfriday
For you
Not a bottle at sea nor vampire's flight,
more like a torn scrap of paper blowing toward you
in the street, the poem.
#latinopoetryfriday
For you
Not a bottle at sea nor vampire's flight,
more like a torn scrap of paper blowing toward you
in the street, the poem.
#latinopoetryfriday
Hands
My stranger hands
darning the non-being
gathering silver bluebells
In empty flowerbeds
#latinopoetryfriday
Hands
My stranger hands
darning the non-being
gathering silver bluebells
In empty flowerbeds
Mexican poet José Emilio Pacheco
Like everyone else, you are what you conceal.
Como todos eres lo que ocultas
Sea Snail
Mexican poet José Emilio Pacheco
Like everyone else, you are what you conceal.
Como todos eres lo que ocultas
Sea Snail
#latinopoetryfriday edition.
Poetinha Vinicius de Moraes with young Bossa Nova composer Tom Jobim
#latinopoetryfriday edition.
Poetinha Vinicius de Moraes with young Bossa Nova composer Tom Jobim
The poem she wrote Juan Carlos Onetti when they broke up
No More
I will not touch you again
I will not see you die
The poem she wrote Juan Carlos Onetti when they broke up
No More
I will not touch you again
I will not see you die
I know assembling disconnections is a way out of madness.
I'm a product of such failed encounters.
Good sense absurds me.
(Tr. Idra Novey)
I know assembling disconnections is a way out of madness.
I'm a product of such failed encounters.
Good sense absurds me.
(Tr. Idra Novey)