by Roxana M. Bermejo Water on top of you … and salt. And the remote sunlight that does not reach you. The life from your chest does not pass; in you it collides and bounces and then it goes astray, lost, to the side-to one side… Where? Dulce María Loynaz, “Song for the sterile woman” Angela was born a woman. It does not matter where … Continue reading Angela Alés: The art of giving birth

The thread has been lost; the labyrinth has been lost also. Now, we no longer even know whether these corridors that encircle us are those of a labyrinth, a secret cosmos, or a chaos of pure chance. Our beautiful duty is to imagine that there exists a labyrinth and a thread. We might never come across the thread; or we might stumble upon it unexpectedly … Continue reading Broken Roots: The Labyrinth and the Thread. by Janet Batet 

Por Roxana M. Bermejo Agua arriba de ti… Y sal. Y la remota luz del sol que no llega a alcanzarte. La Vida de tu pecho no pasa; en ti choca y rebota la Vida y se va luego desviada, perdida, hacia un lado-hacia un lado…- ¿Hacia dónde?… Dulce María Loynaz, “Canto a la mujer estéril” Ángela nació mujer. No importa dónde ni cuándo. Podría decirse … Continue reading Ángela Alés: El arte de parir formas