I. Pointless to think that love doesn’t bleach the wet sand or island walls, especially now that the future is almost literal. Books: reprieves from how we act. And at my feet a certain cat plunged in a simple dream of sparrows. Imagine the equator between a vast horizon of pleas and […]
I. Inútil pensar que el amor no blanquea arena húmeda o paredes de isla, sobre todo ahora que el futuro es casi literal. Libros: respiraderos de conducta. Y a los pies cierto gato sumido en un sueño simple con gorriones. Imagina el ecuador entre un extenso horizonte de súplicas y la profecía […]
It’s happened before: between zeros of temporary light the chairs remember our conversations. But traumatic experiences prefer native languages, to repeat the same idea to place order where there is chaos or nothing at all. Mired in the eloquence of pets, in doctrines of fasting, in not feeling piety for what we see […]
Ha ocurrido otras veces: entre ceros de luz temporal las sillas recuerdan nuestras conversaciones. Pero las experiencias traumáticas prefieren idiomas nativos, repetir la misma idea para poner orden donde hay caos o no hay nada. Sumidos en la elocuencia de mascotas, en doctrinas de ayuno, en no sentir piedad por lo que vemos […]
Andrés Navarro (Valencia, 1973) has a degree in Architecture. He has published two books of poems: Fever (Pre-Textos, 2005) won the VI Premio de Poesía Emilio Prados; A Panoramic Guest (DVD Ediciones, Barcelona, 2010) was selected for the XXXVI Premio de Poesía Ciudad de Burgos. He currently works as an architect and teaches Creative Writing at the University of […]