SEARCH „I searched in your body for the garlands of thirst, for the path of pomegranates revived by the grey squirrels of silence, for a mauve sunset, or
THE PLEAS OF THE CHILDREN “Houses should not burn. Bombers should not be known. Night should be for sleep. Life should not be a punishment. Mothers] should not
SECRETS I cannot tell you about my secrets as my secrets are still ripening inside me (Mei Er, contemporary Chinese poet) I cannot tell you my secrets. My
POETRY DAY So grey this cold winter morning. Within sight the monotony of by passing cars Behind it the sea devoid of the sun disconsolate and dull like
DESCRIPTIONS OF A HARBOUR for Roberto Montenegro 1. Dawn With heavy colours the seascape paints itself. Things are asleep. Arising, dawn looks like a bubble over the sea.