SCRIPTUS INTERRUPTUS

  A child  (still not an exile not a failed bard not  a kind of eternal castaway) is skipping ropes at sunset in his native home patch  call...

  Here I am in this garret where no insulting light could glimmer on my endless guffaw like taking a curtain call and bowing down to be ackn...

  "Sunt Lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt"  (Virgil, Aeneid, Book I) Tears of things are gleaming in the darkness of memor...

“El mundo -hoy levemente bélico- Sin embargo huele A besos de hierbabuena. No conozco a esos labios Que prodigan esos besos Brujos(...

  When I was a child a dense swarm of bees Poured into my mouth pure forest honey. So it happened with Isidore of Seville when he was just a...

  I cried the louder at birth so loud that all the hollow deep of Hell resounded... but I was not orphan like Oliver Twist in Pentonville, L...

        Pindar said a man is just a dream  of his shadow I am the nightmare of my walking shadow  not even sure it's mine. * Plotino ref...