Mr. Prime Minister When Will the Nightmare End? Mr. Prime Minister, when will The Gaza nightmare end? What absolute misery – I loathe destroying people ’s homes, I

 Picture PIXABAY website fog   Poetry without borders 812 “Silhouettes in the evening” Hannie Rouweler, The Netherlands – All translations are made in collaboration with Germain Droogenbroodt –

Picture Pixabay website     Gazing onto the sea   Looking deeply into the sea, As the sun sets too slowly, Traces of time linger in my heart,

Blizschlag, Susan Tiedt, Germany     IN VAIN All day long it thundered and lightninged as if heaven wanted to knock at whatever door to be heard, concerned

Painting by Leston Japaljarri Spencer, Australia Poetry At the moment of striking, I saw in the eyes of the mole my own life leap, my poem find, under

I Raise My Glass I raise my glass. In my colourless wine, gallops the verse. It seeks the region of the sublime, but collides with the fatal limit

                                                                             Painting by Luis Pla The Job   I write to feel in my veins the flight of the stone. The anticipation of peace in this

Shipwrecked To those who do not listen   Nobody listens . . . Submerged to the bottom, the seaweed envelops us. Voiceless cries come together: Listening was the

To Ávila numerous cracks in the wall are not signs of decay but like the wrinkles on a noble face they are the deep traces of an ancient

Painting by K. Nielsen   YOUR IMAGE BETWEEN MY FINGERS One evening we were walking by the lake, Mom. The swans slipped slowly on its surface in the