In the cold damp soil, I feel myself.
In the crystal clear water, I understand myself.
In the crackling embers beneath the fire, I see myself.
In the breeze that carries the smoke to the heavens, I free myself.
00:57 01/29/03
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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