Poiesis/ποίησις,manifestación de la belleza por medio de la palabra
My Song HereonthisPublicSquareIStand I sell My Song for those with ears to buyIt is to a tree that a bull is tiedYou do not bypass the palm’s branchesto tap its wine The things I have to say I say them nowI shall stand asidefrom those who careto clear their throat anddress their shame in lies... Continue Reading →
Just As You Are Just as you are, just as you are, You struck our Friday With sorrow, kept our Saturday with tears & wails And sunk our Sunday unto its feet So let crying women cry And our sobbing men continue to sob; You are our fallen king, You are our fallen hero! Just... Continue Reading →
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