To Fr. Armando
Everyone, after all, was killed: He who was crucified, He who died without skin, He who died without a head, […]
Poems in English
Everyone, after all, was killed: He who was crucified, He who died without skin, He who died without a head, […]
I don’t feel at home where I am, Or where I spend time; only where, Beyond counting, there’s freedom and […]
On the sea-shore, smell of iodine, And square as in Sicily, and dancing. An intellectual that came from the common […]