Ramón Fernández

Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres Of sky and sea. It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the single artificer of the world In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea, Whatever self it had, … More Ramón Fernández


Today we are having a yoga class. In this class we will imagine how it would be to go through the days without guilt. I think it would be amazing. I shall not list here the things I feel guilty about. But as I think of them and imagine them leaving me, I become aware … More Yoga