Tag Archives: Xuan Bello

Following Lot

I can hear at my back the crying of the children, I take with me the words of the dead, I ask myself right now if the beds are not even cold yet how can I not turn and look … Continue reading

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Cuartetu de la Criación

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate  You shut the door tight and barely hear Much more at your back than the striking Hard and dry of wood and iron. You’re not going out, no, but in to the hearth Where all … Continue reading

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Francisco Bances Candamo- Poesía Selecta (Gijón: Pexe, 2004)

Life in the Village Those who say that a man can live at peace Hidden away in a village, wanting Desiring and aiming for nothing, Where finely-dressed Envy has no lease, Let them come here for Experience to release Them … Continue reading

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Xuan Bello- Unfinished Poem

I, who no longer believe in what I write, Who lie when I tell the nuances Of what matters, at twenty-something Years of my life, in Oviedo, I declare The rightness of things that get away, Tobacco smoke, the air … Continue reading

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