Commissioned illustrations for the web book: Inventario: poetic anthology of the 5 continents.
Published by Editorial José Max León Bilingual School
Oh wind
Are you the one who hides his face?
I can hear your voiceamid the screeching cacophony of crickets
That whistles a song at dusk
Your breath is giving me a cold massage.
S k e t c h e s
The wind blows and whispers things on its journey
shake the snow from the buildings
and falls like tulle on my head.
El viento besa como un murmullo - Osiris Mosquea
In the mountains, the winds run differently.
They beat each other on the breasts
like teenage breezes
They don't know what they want.
Cochasqui - Xavier Oquendo Troncoso
Rivers without a bridge
they go through
startled the blue sands
like cirrus clouds in a dull sky
And your mountains, they all cry
like a newly crowned miss ...
The summer visitor submits a report - Sigurbjörg Þrastardóttir
Whether I want to or not
How hastily
The wind enters my dwelling!
It actually amazes me!
The wind
Tithi Afroz
