Everything we were

Of the earthquake we were, I remained as the crevice. Exposed. With that sound cracking me from inside. Although maybe it were my ribs while breathing. Of the storm we were, I remained as the drop, that became big like a pond, that nobody knew, but that was deeper and not just a reflection. Of…

Course

So near, yet so far, I can’t understand if I see a reflection or if you are under my skin. Maybe it’s a mirror or it’s what I want to see. It might be so complex, but that’s how it should be. I intertwine my course hoping to gain access. I let my hope guide…

Turn to page 394.

He walked down the hall hoping it was wrong. It was all a lie. Curtains being torn in holes, but the plates were fresh, the smell of the supper still trapped in the house as he walked up the stairs. Still afraid, he opens the first door. He stood their like a statue and his…

Ten reasons for remaining a child

“Praise to the soul’s immortality” 1. I am like a child, I don’t believe in tomorrow, that’s why I don’t fall asleep early. I need the police to avoid erring and a priest to confess. 2. I am like a child, when you don’t see me I behave like I am. And if you don’t…

Poetry

The solitude of poetry, the solitude of the years. The poetry of solitude, the years of solitude. The weight of the years like a self-denial of threads in crucifixion. The sea without owner. The vacuum of poetry, the vacuum of life. The poetry of vacuum, the life of vacuum. The weight of your dead like…

Inside of you

I was so inside of you that I know your heartbeat, I know how you are inside, and I still can’t understand how hour heart fits in your breast. I was inside of you, while you were giving me life even before it had started. I was so inside of you that I learned by…

Questions (originally published on a Monday…)

Today it’s Monday, yes. Monday, that day so many hate. That day I also hate sometimes. And, nevertheless, it’s going to be a Monday on which I will give way to this new adventure I am now starting with you. Who knows!! Maybe Mondays are not that bad after all… The warm summer is about…

I laugh

I admit it and I confirm it, yes. I got more problems than garments in my drawers — and down there, between my veins and my failures, there are a lot of scars looking sideways that hurt when you touch them. I cry, I cry a lot and very loud, when I remember that I…

Nexus

All of us, our eyes closed, we walk dreaming, daring to play with fire without burning. Meanwhile, the incandescent fire, while nonexistent, flames internally, moronities murmuring. Because the invisibly impalpable, while doubtful, grows vehemently without abstaining. But the impossible control, while irritable, prevents sturdily the heart from frightening. By: Arianna Frencia (Italy/Eritrea) Author of Letras &…

I could write a book

I could write a book about you. Tell it all about your obsessions, your absurd whims, describe your dreams, what you like and what you don’t, unwind your astounding personality in hundreds of pages for them to see you as I do, but… I don’t want to. It may sound selfish, but I wanna be…

No fricking idea

I have no fricking idea why I am like that, not this, if I am wretched or happy, why I wasn’t born Pakistani, or why I dislike anise. I have no fricking idea where you go or where you come fro, if to the ski station or the seashore, shall I answer ‘nope’ or rather…

Ephemeral

Originally posted in Spanish on our site Letras & Poesía Like a fleeting blow that knocks your temples, the moment disappears just far away, unreachable, unreal, preterite tense. Unyielding reason that lives so quickly, so breathless as a frigid kiss that floods your soul for a second. That shade of voice is gone, that caress bestowed…