Ragged Claws

All of you so quiet; moon and clouds so quiet. A night of dreams, perfect and still; a story of stars that move through the dark. And you now beautiful as time that stops and starts. Night and you, my angel shield, so quiet – so beautiful and quiet.

Por qué una negra noche se acumula en la boca? (Pablo Neruda) “Another beer?” the barmaid asks. The man doesn’t answer; he just looks at her. Moments later a glass of beer is placed in front of him. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry; he stares into space. This is a man of [...]