Un poema es un pájaro que no elije dónde posarse, aprieta sus alas contra las costillas, deja en la boca el sabor exacto de lo que no se dijo a tiempo; es una garganta con alas rotas, silencio con el mismo

Memories, words. The afternoon bleeds out, your steps are amber-colored, brown in the silhouette of your body. I resist the thirst as a habit, the ritual of not having you, knowing that the pottery holds

Uno va a la guerra sin manual. De pequeños corríamos simulando la emboscada perfecta. Nadie nos dijo sobre las primeras batallas cuando el dolor quiebra mariposas en el lodo con la certeza de la muerte

I Saxophone, blues, bite, deluge, eyes the color of night. Jazz, pretexts. II Drinking lemonade in the figuration of your body... Crystal, sugar on its edges, corner of lips to stitch the scar. Pause,

Árboles, recaudo, simbiosis, savia del eucalipto, una hija que no besa la mano del padre, un padre que besa al hijo y el hijo le guarda rencor. Desierto. ¡Muchas gracias por tu visita! ©Copyright 2026

... Before the last poem... Leila Guerreiro Seven hundred and eighteen days, the taste of lips compresses the texture of your breasts between my teeth, a knowing bite, failure to break the synchronicity

Hello black and white photography lovers! We are experiencing the beginning of a new spring. The trees are starting to bloom, showing new leaves and renewing their dance with the environment and the wind.

I One migrates like the bison, freedom, illusion. Calm life, crisis, resistance. Sunflowers, bursts along the way. II Flying, dreams, children who kiss you. The same ship sinking... Caresses. Thank you

Comienzo a leer un libro de Leymen Pérez. En la vitrola alguien canta sobre qué decirte; los audífonos, en pausa, se desconectan. En una mesa hay una pareja dialogando sobre la inmortalidad de los cangrejos,

Your scent, the paper boat for your child, sunflowers in the cemetery where the final step of the journey transformed into wheels, petals and wings that still remain on the skin of hourglasses. Crystals

Hello black and white photography lovers! Do you remember the previous post where I showed you the hummingbird nest with its new eggs waiting to hatch? Well, I'm thrilled to tell you that the hummingbird

I Lleva entre sus manos al Maestro y Margarita, un cristal, recuerdos, adoquines, madrugadas y sorbos de licor en la piel. Hojas de un árbol, presunción de inocencia. II El aire es una rosa náutica en

Hello black and white photography lovers! As you probably know, International Poetry Day was celebrated a few days ago, and for poets and writers in general, there's one item that has become an integral

I A blow to the face, dragonflies on the precipice, swallows, reefs and a woman dressed as a butterfly. Blank canvas. II I kissed reefs when I bit your lips. Perpetuity, song, The final countdown, Aretha

Algún día me sentaré con Dios. No para preguntar sobre guerras hambre mentiras, odio; seguramente la culpa es del ser humano que no es. Hablaré sobre niños que nacen enfermos, huérfanos; aunque podría

Hello black and white photography lovers! Today I want to focus on the bright day despite the contrasts the world faces and the darkness that tries to engulf my country. I want to think about music, poetry,

¡Hola amantes de las letras! Hoy es el Día Internacional de la Poesía y no podíamos dejar pasar por alto el instante para rendirle homenaje y así compartir con cada uno de ustedes una pequeña muestra de

Hello black and white photography lovers! A few days ago I shared a post with some photos I took during a concert by Bastardos, a young rock band from my city, and today I'm bringing you the rest of the

I built a whale with my ribs. It was the first bone I offered when I kissed you in the dark and we didn't know how to kiss. You arrived at night, I made a fool of myself halfway there without the energy

Hello coffee lovers! Just as @cinnccf invites us this week to sit in a coffee shop where drinking coffee marks the end of one chapter of our lives and the beginning of another, reflecting on what we've