Waste I can see myself vanishing in the distance of the past. Not all the things that happened are dead. Flowers are dead, for example,my grandfather too,and a couple of fellows that I knew when I wasin middle school. I don’t know how to put out the thorn that I have stuck in my ribs,I […]
A poem by Rolando Reyes López.
A poem by Patricia Elena Vilas
Selection of poetry of Iván Vergara
Devorador infalible by Josué Rodríguez Calderón. Translated to Slovene and English