HE LEFT HIS LAND, Federico Baena

What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless,   whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the   holy name of liberty or democracy? GANDHI  Father left his land dry and dead  looking for a life...

REFUGEE COWARDNESS, Pablo Antonio Letelier Meza

Master of my fate bitter and desolate sudden loss of control mutilated heart. Corrupted innocence mistold subtleties stampede warnings emotions and looks. Martial crunch lethal blow sound of evil fatal future. Destroyed joy perforated impact like part of the escape...

ANALYTIC GEOMETRY, Alessia Regazzo

In search of herself  she fled from that phagocytic cloud of invisibility  that had depolarized the coordinates of her existence. The fear of death  had even dissolved her identity,  but she, wandering like an coward in her earthly hell, needed to...

HERE FAR, Víctor Monsiváis

timid bits of light that bestow loveless kisses on the door of my dreams lonely window that tries to impregnate  the dark room lonely heartbeats that long for the light  the soul of the tropics another land other time  bare trees mirrors with no memory...

IN OTHER AIRS, Rocío del Pilar Flores Adrianzen

If I’m like you and you’re like me Why can’t my wings fly over your land? Why are my hunger and thirst judged when they just need to be quenched and I try to quench them through my efforts? Why does my look offend and why is my song an insult to your...