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Illusion “But” looked at the words with pride:” I have the power to change, To turn the positive to negative, And the bright to gloomy.” “If” smiled:”I am the shortest, Yet when I appear, Certainty fades away, And doubts drawing near. “The book sighed: “You are so out of context. A word without…
Losers Blame Man raised his quill, Swelled his chest, Head drunk with vanity, And inscribed his wisdom: Solidarity is only for god, Man was never made for aloneness. God shrugged and smiled As if the gift of awareness Had been squandered. One morning After a lunar eclipse, A breeze whispered: If you are a man,…
Graná I was ruminating, The compás of cajón in my head, My feet trembling with the ghost of zapateado, The quejío of a distant soleá in my chest, Jasmines overhanging the white carmen wall, The mysterious caves of Sacromonte, Where duende still lingers, The hills of Albaicín, Holding the secrets of a floating past, Hand…
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When a Dream Talks If anger does not become a roar, The roar does not carry words to the breeze. The breeze that fails to breed a storm, The storm so weak to wash and cleanse, Is far better never to have been born. Rymos, Plaza del Ángel, Not very angelic though, Granada, España, 16/08/2026.…
A Man and a Dog Twice in one day, I was assailed For bearing a foreign face. Coincidence Or a divine sign To follow the wind, Seeking humanity? A man’s dog was unleashed To strike me with fear. A concerned citizen, Duty-bound, Especially after the grand victory, To defend his Spanish look. Which makes me…
Together, Harvest Saffron I felt judged Under your piercing eyes, Not for who you saw, But for who you were told to see. I am the dust of ancient red Uluru,The waves of the Great Barrier Reef,Sadly not Moorish of Carmen and Alhambra. If we look past the colour, Beyond the eyes, We may see…
Real Power A bully. A figure of self-importance. Mouth open. Shouting, as always. No one listens. The crowd looks away. No human in the audience. Yet a stray dog, With leg lifted, Pisses in his mouth. So tell me: The art of coincidence, Isn’t that a masterpiece? This portrait of a criminal, The murder of…
Wanderin’ Soul, Unfold He plucked the first note. An E or G sharp? Venus not too far, Blindingly bright. La Peña la Platería’s garden Seemed boundless tonight. White and blue on the walls, Not the paints, just whitewash Meeting sky, the blue. Alhambra on the horizon, The moon took the night off. Four o’clock flowers…
Al-Be-Tray Not many years had passed Since the world swore away Blasts and flames, Choosing instead the roar Of rebellion in disguise Cloaked as charm and peace: The art-loving warmakers. It was a sad dawn When Mozart awoke to the rock and roll, The trash was called Rolling Stones, And knew that noise had become…