Michel Galiana Poems
- Winter Elegy In winter my mind flows to whence come the ...
- Japanese Garden Dry garden. Stone and thought. And sky and ...
- Cat: Wild Cat A coat of screams and yells lines a rug of ...
- Ageing Body Your body, mainland that swells and roars over ...
- A Public Garden In Madrid No grass. The ground is bare ...
- The Wrestler Your love never would have assuaged this ...
- Dream On the brink of slumber there are sparkling landscapes,...
Michel Galiana's mostly unpublished work consists of:
-two essays, entitled 'Beyond your Homeland' (1987) and 'Treatise on Indifference' (1989) in which he proclaims that he wants no part in the collective extravagances forced on us by State and Society
-two collections of narratives 'A Trip to the West Suburbs' (1991) and 'The Cry' (1993) .
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In winter my mind flows to whence come the voices.
For my thirsty lips still know the source where they rise.
Frost, scattered by the wind, on the branches poises,
Bringing back all those scents that charmed the child I was.
I swore once that this child in me never should die,
Nor should the stubborn dawn to which clings on its dream.
I hear a hunter's call claiming high in the sky
That age is a challenge from which the years redeem.
Child, I had promised you blue sky and sparkling jewels,
That your heart would resist the sharp blade of despair,