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Tortuous space astonished eyes/ Take me home
from Arjé N8-Survivors
by Arjé Revista
Tortuous Space…/Take me home
By Karín Aldrey
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Tortuous space
astonished eyes
I'm in another world looking for tides with my hands full of white sand loving immensely the blue waves of the sea the amazing shells crawling on the seabed surviving in the rite of love regardless the pollution
We can’t see the sun wounds the depth of the faults men from other dimensions old stars explosions the black hole that swallows planets
but we can hear the suffering of the ocean when the whales sing the song of death and the stream of their blood wets the shores
Tortuous space
astonished eyes
how can I feel so deeply all the immense desolation that comes from far away to my window burned for infinite pessimism…
Take me Home
and then sing for me, Neil like your picture in my wall dance dance dance taking me back to those years of hope when the blue birds flew to freedom
Take me home oh Buffalo, let me fall like a stone on the grass where my mom cried once and my brother raised up your music as a rebel flag
You, beautiful Buffalo Springfields with your long hairs your powerful guitars your melancholic tunes your irreverent moods Take me back home down down down for what it’s worth…
We can’t see the sun wounds
Carmen Karín Aldrey (Preston, Mayarí, Cuba, 1950). Published poetry collections: "Aceite" (Linden Lane Press, 2011) with 19 color illustrations of her plastic work, "Noctibus" (Linden Lane Press, 2012), "El fuego de la lluvia" (I C E, 2013), "Soy un dinosaurio" (I C E, 2015), "Me llamaba Betsabé" (I C E, 2015), "California" (ICE, 2015), "Numeria: veinte sentencias apocalípticas" (ICE, 2016), "Las siestas de Scherezada" (book testimony) (I C E, 2013) and "Eva from the Cosmos and other stories" (Science Fiction) (ICE, 2015). She has collaborated in different printed and electronic spaces. Her paintings have been exhibited in galleries in the United States and Spain. She is the founder and director of Imagine Clouds Editions and was for more than twenty years until its closure of La Peregrina Magazine.