As published in Volume 10, NO 4, December 2013
MY FRIEND FEDERICO To Federico Garcia Lorca "¿De que me sirve, pregunto, la tinta, el papel y el verso?" - F.G. Lorca, Canciones: Primer Aniversario Don't be sad Federico for not being of this world any more. You '11 never be forgotten. Even if some weaklings thought they would destroy you by riddling your body with bullets, they simply made a mistake. Mind and brilliance cannot be pierced by bullets, They cannot perish by kill A hundred years on from the day you were born. In your Granada of colours and scents, a hundred thousand leaves fly in the wind with your poems. People bend to hold them in their hands they feel them through their fingers, sing them, dance with them, you are alive or simply you have never died. Your voice is heard on stage in languages you never knew, your sensitiveness touched the seas and the oceans, your paintings outreached small fatherlands like mine. Truly I tell you, Federico. You know that the two of us have been mates for years. We chat together. You have reached Cyprus, Federico. Don't be confused. You 'II feel like home in Granada, scent of lemons and oranges, heat that dries your mouth, little stuffy alleys, a yellow sun melting the tarmac, love and romance in the touch of the air, some weaklings with bloodstained hands, holed souls. Oh yes, Federico, here too is the Mediterranean, you are not wrong. We are going to have a good time the two of us. You have reached Cyprus, Federico. After twenty-six years. About time, Federico. At last. Sunday 6 February 2000 Limassol
APOLLO HYLATES And I am lost in the tentacles of sweet dreams that get strangled by bitter machinations. And I am drowned in the wings of black butterflies that offered me silver silk. And I hide in the cavities of the trees in love on the beach that offered me a sadness full of sand. And I am startled by the brilliance of the sea, by the sweltering heat of winter, by the images I see emerging from the water, by all these ancient gods dancing around me to cast away my depression. And I am overwhelmed by their joy and I am unexpectedly conquered by Apollo with his godly serenity, with his sweet sensibility. And I vow to be a dedicated priestess in the altar of love in the temple of Apollo Hylates.