Poems from MarianaEspinosa
The forecast announces the coming of the rain and all prepare for his arrival. The clouds huddle into massive crowds, anxiously awaiting...
It's the first day of many in which I will find myself amidst the rooftops of grey glass windows, their reflection emitting its radiancy...
I hear nothing. The air is stagnant as if careful to pass by too fast upon my ears whenever I take my movements. The light is white through...
In the room
I have met the caged birds around me,
that have had their feathers plucked fighting just to be,
shoving truth into letters of...
They always were and they always will be
The notions instigated by one alone
But it is important for one to know that
One can be three...