Le Temps Revient...

Out of the south Al-Andalus' flame, A bitter reproach despite the rules of the game, Moments left waiting the time be at hand, Regre...

112 From mountain peaks back to the Catalan capital, 'Twas but an excursion, be there little more to tell, A pretty li...

101 Howe'er remaineth the future, erratically I doth write, To have recounted already, what's still far from sight! 'Twas cl...

88 And here I admit to expose my game, 'Lest my poem fall short of its aim, Many a phrase so politically charg'd,...

71 Perhaps 'tis said the place you belong, Which seemeth hardest of all to make song, For a long time staid he, feeling at home, With ...