Tag Archives: Asturcones

J.I. Pidal Montes- Sabino

Lifting me up like a forkful of grass My grandfather Sabino was very fine lifting up forkfuls of grass. An untitled architect they would never have employed to build the Temple of Solomon; because my grandfather, if he had to, … Continue reading

Posted in Asturianu, Contemporary | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Roxana Popelka- Make-up

Make-up Those two students, the ones who are sitting in the back row, scare me. You can see so much aggression in their gaze. They don’t look happy and they are only 16. Their faces are caked with make up. … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

José Ramón López Goyos- Two Poems

The Street of Love On the street where I live, life is worth very little It goes for less than a gram, and is gone in a sigh, on the street there is a house where blind dates are made … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

David de San Andrés- the Mirror

The Mirror in your face with grey hair: in your unbitten mouth: in your gaze with cataracts: and    in your 56 years that weigh on you            is reflected            every … Continue reading

Posted in Asturianu, Contemporary | Tagged , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Ruben D’Areñes- Scars

Scars I look at my own naked body made up of back-borne years that I count inexactly with scars. They are like clouds or the froth of a coffee, looking like things, some change depending on the day. They are … Continue reading

Posted in Asturianu, Contemporary | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment