Poem I: It is – poetry and sound experimentation

Poem I: It is – poetry and sound experimentation

Inspired by the barrio and the sound of the pharmacy sign. It is It's the heatUnder the blanketThe truck passing byThe guy talking on the phoneAt 6:00 in the morning It's the streetThe warm smellThe neighbours screamingAnd the one who plays the sax It's the churchAnd the bells1:00 pm, 2:00 pm, 11:30 pmA child's laugh [...]

Poetry: The Father

Poetry: The Father

Three letters to my father. November marks the twentieth anniversary of his death and his birthday. The god of thunderThere's a mark on the wall The open scar The scream of the wounded beast The whimpering of a girl The image in dreams is tinted It smells like death There is a sad woman Sharp [...]