SCRIPTUS INTERRUPTUS

  "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...

  Wild geese where are you going now? Sweet day not to alight where the clan of hyenas drink at sunset. * the past is not a foreign country ...