What we feel lies beyond the trees. Music does not save us, nor does land condemn us. No star hears it, no fable passes it on. There is no image to translate us. We are a chorus without a tragedy. We are life without death. We are not death. When the sun […]
One must imagine being enclosed. Whosoever cannot imagine enclosure cannot write a letter. Whosoever cannot imagine the impossible cannot occupy the logic of her dreams. But this letter is not a border; it is a bridge. It wants to arrive, though it knows not the destination. It wants to be taken up, though […]
Trátase de imaxinar o encerro. Quen non pode imaxinar o encerro non pode escribir unha carta. Quen non pode imaxinar o imposible non pode entrar no sentido dos seus soños. Pero esta carta non é a fronteira, senón a ponte. Quere chegar, aínda que non saiba a que destino. Quere ser recollida, aínda […]
O que nós sentimos está para alén das árbores. Nin a música nos salva nin a terra nos condena. Non hai estrela que o escoite nin fábula que o transmita. Ningunha imaxe nos traduce. Somos o coro sen a traxedia. Somos a vida sen a morte. Non somos a morte. Cando o sol […]
María Do Cebreiro discusses the pleasures of writing poetry.
María Do Cebreiro talks about the current project she is working on: the infinite.
If everything is a matter of arrangement, now I understand the world and its creation. I understand that it was made back to the window, the effort divided between day and night, how it continues to be made when someone closes her eyes or brushes against a bramble and looks at it and thinks of […]
There will be no culmination like the one you’ve dreamt of. You will fall from the tower and rise again only to fall once more. You will taste the nectar of victory only to see the bile of defeat prevail. None of this, spoken in epic language, will measure up to the diction you have […]