El Poema de la Semana

No me interesa lo que dicen los disidentes de la dictadura. Pero confieso que me gustaban los chocolates Toblerone que mi tía me traía en Navidad. No creo en los presos políticos, ni me impresionan los niños descalzos que les muestran los dientes a las máquinas Minolta de los turistas italianos. No voy a pedir asilo. Desconozco los avances o retrocesos económicos de mi país. Ya he hablado de Drácula lo bastante. Ya he recogido fresas en Andalucía. Ya he sido gitana, ya he sido puta. No necesitan volver a preguntármelo. Lo que me preocupa -y, eso, sí puede ser relevante para el fin de la historia- es saber cuándo fue que me transformé, yo que era una loba solitaria, en este caniche de apartamento que les habla ahora.   DATOS DE LA POETA : Golgona Anghel, nacida en 1979 en la Iliria Oriental, es una poeta de nacionalidad rumana que escribe en lengua portuguesa y castellana. Es licenciada en Estudios Portugueses y...

Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were...