About Me
- Manny Lopez
- Welcome to my blog! Sometimes, I write in Spanish, others in English, but basically this is my daily diary of sorts. Los invito a mi blog, que es como un diário de mis eventos y escritos que a veces son en español, y a veces en inglés...
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
Works by Alfonso Márquez Ceballos
1965 Sobre Laura, 2006,Oleo/cartón, 74 x 74 cm |
Las Malvadas, 2010, Oleo/lienzo, 100 x 120 cm |
1939. Sobre Sylvia, 2008, Oleo/lienzo, 40 x 50 cm To contact the artist send email to alfonsomarce@gmail.com |
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Un poema de Rita Martin
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Coming Soon! Tales: Room at the Top
A single gay man is on a
relentless search for true love. There are several close encounters of the wrong
kind, princes charming turning into frogs, impossible dreams and untenable
hopes, all narrated in rich dreamy prose. Room at the Top is a superb collection
of short stories in English by Cuban writer Manuel A. López, who
arrived in the United States at age 10 during the Mariel Boatlift. His first
book of poetry in Spanish Yo, el arquero aquel was published last year
by Editorial Velámenes. He has contributed to publications including
Contratiempo, Linden Lane, and La Peregrina Magazine. A work by Lopez was among
40 poems selected to commemorate the 75th year of the disappearance of Amelia
Earhart. The collection, released in a single leather-bound volume, is on
display at the Amelia Earhart Museum in Kansas.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
... a poem
Crush
me if you must
If it must hurt do it before I have invested
Feelings Moments Family Laughs Friends
And all the emotions that come with it.
Crush me if you must
Let’s not waste any more time pretending
To be the happy couple
Plunge your toy sword as deep as you can
Let’s cut the chase and hurt each other
Give me ammunition to write this poem.
Manuel A. López
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
RECORDATORIO: Noches Literarias con Juan Carlos Valls hoy a las 7pm
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Un poema de Eduard Reboll
Mujer gitana y el azul del
ducados
a Terenci Moix
Mientras se arrastraban tus
alhajas
y una cola de jaca los
domingos,
el tren, como una cuna me
mostraba
sus libros abiertos al
viaje
y tu sueño liviano junto al
hombro
…y las ventanas, espejos durante la
noche,
reflejando una luna de bolsillo en tu
boca
se reían de sus cierres y mi
fuerza.
Las ciudades dormían al paso que
mirabas:
la horchata distraída
del niño que la absorbe sin
descanso,
tu pobreza, tus refriados de
agosto,
la cruz de Caravaca surcando una
vereda
entre tus senos tersos
al vaivén del vagón y su
silbido,
tus ceros en conducta,
tus duchas, el ajoblanco con su
uva
cristalina, el tabaco negro
en la pechera reflejando
el azul del cartón bajo la
blusa,
tú… mujer de recorridos y
anís.
Eduard Reboll
(Tomado del libro, La lírica del crápula de Ediciones
Setra)
Monday, June 18, 2012
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