I dream of a world without roars from the deadly killing machine I dream of lands far from the shadows where rain is made of heartfelt ink
I wish to draw smiles on all faces using rainy drops which are multicolored to form a garden with all the races where differences are never noticed
I think on so many babies who have never learn to smile Their happiness is frozen because of hunger illness and war
I´ve learned to listen to a special sound while moon gazes to the roaming sun I´ve learned to discover Peace around and also invite her to a morning dance
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde