Relatos breves de Victoria Morrison
Dos retratos en dos marcos diferentes, dos fechas de nacimiento, dos nacionalidades, dos identidades. Ella no abraza a los árboles, los besa apasionadamente, la sangre que brota de su boca rota es savia dulce.
South American artist
Sueños, Alejandra María González
Onírico Sueño campanarios en éxtasis, sueño tu frente que avanza por lejanas provincias cortando rosales. Sueño tu caballo rindiéndole pleitesía al viento y a ti tomando las riendas con la fuerza del coraje que se instala en tu garganta. Sueño tu espalda reposada de violines para que escuche tus voces con el color de tu …
Tierra Profunda Rene Ortega
Mi enfoque se enfatiza en la búsqueda de las respuestas transcendentales las problemáticas ecológicas y sociales de la humanidad que enfrentamos actualmente.
The Paleozoic Clock by Enrique de Santiago
With every sun 666 mistakes arise in the belly of the lunar word.
Recipes for Horizons by Enrique De Santiago
Each step collects behind you, the daffodils, that inevitably lose your mark, the one that wanders in the deep sands, that in the empire of shadows shelters you.
Secret of the Air, Enrique De Santiago
you seek to break beyond the fundamental shell, the one that you came to know in a primitive way in the sweet stays of belief.
Victoria Morrison, Seed Wisdom
Am I really here, watching the miracle of my fertile land or is it my mind that imitates to the dying man who escapes from the barren land
and look for the seed to save the world?
Angel of the Paths Claudia Vila Molina
I will open my eyes once more, When the stars dwell in our bodies, And a drop slipped through the skin, Suspend all reefs high.
René Ortega Space Map
Inner space, mathematical entities, organic architecture and time doors from the liminal mind of artist René Ortega
Be a Poem by Lorena Rioseco-Palacios
I will lose myself as those sleepless, nights are lost. As the swallows fly uncertainly in their freedom. Thus, like the breath drowned in a puddle of muddy tears between slopes whipped by a harsh winter. I’ll get lost on those dead end streets in the midst of a time without stay. Suffering soul