domingo, 15 de marzo de 2009

From Salamanca With Love


A great pic from my friend Rui Alberto, taken in Salamanca.

miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008

miércoles, 17 de septiembre de 2008

lunes, 1 de septiembre de 2008

Poetry work

Philip Jenkins with the poet Eli Tolaretxipi in San Sebastian

Photo: Morella Muñoz.

miércoles, 2 de julio de 2008

Col du Télégraphe


Perguntava-lhe como cabiam tantos beijos
numa canção, se esta a montanha mais breve
e ainda cá estamos em baixo, aparando
o que aqui vai de memórias e são tantas
e escutamos na rádio
parece que vem mexido o pelotão,
o camisola amarela vem em perda
mas pinto agora mesmo o seu nome no asfalto
e quando passe empurro o seu nome bem alto
beijar não posso porque tombarias da bicicleta,
deves vir cansado e a canção não tarda acaba.


in As Montanhas Mágicas

sábado, 10 de mayo de 2008

Light and darkness

It is as if we were in
a painting by Vermeer.
Such chiaroscuro
is only found
in the finest paintings,
light and darkness.

viernes, 9 de mayo de 2008

Luz y tinieblas

Estamos como en
un cuadro de Vermeer.
Tal claroscuro
sólo hay en
la pintura más fina,
luz y tinieblas.

Look at us!


(It's Just Another) Lovely Rita

Mate, I told you this is my fav band. Here it goes: TRAVIS doing "Lovely Rita" from Sgt. Pepper's!

lunes, 5 de mayo de 2008

Just love that purple

A good place in Salamanca
for an attack of hysteria
is beneath the wisteria
in the Parque de los Jesuitas.

Just love that purple.

sábado, 3 de mayo de 2008

martes, 29 de abril de 2008

Fado e novas roupagens


Hoy, a las 22:00, en Radio Universidad, en el programa Lo que esconde la voz, de Lina Rodríguez, hablaremos del fado cantado y tocado hoy. En 89.0FM y aquí.
(en la foto, A Naifa)

I saw certainty

I saw certainty
once

It was kept
in a vault
at the Central Bank

I later heard
that they had
lost the key

I remember
how it shone

reassuringly

Check

Dancing Deleuze, here.

wisps of cloud

wisps of cloud
against a blue sky

when the sage came back
from Japan
after many years away
he said that
the only thing of which he could
be sure
was the nose on his face

the Emperor was not impressed

wisps of cloud
against a blue