Originally posted on Living on Land:
(from the Spanish of Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer) Tomb of Doña María de Villalobos In the towering nave of a Byzantine temple, by the light filtering down through…
Falling into the fire —————————————————————————————– I saw many shades of red, I have seen blood red in anger, I have seen blood red skies and I have seen the land painted with the… Continue reading
Love don’t live here no-more…. Us, living in a liar’s grave. We can’t see no-more. Once we spoke love words, we listen, we pay attention. Now we are laying in a shallow grave. Waiting… Continue reading