Edilberto González Trejos

Blake caresses in his dreams strumming a harp of mist and wind, trying to build his Jerusalem in western land, I look at the generous sun Of the Near East, my dusty sandals and I see

The fingerprints of a hybrid popular conscience hanging in the void stained by the bleeding of a lost identity; the sharpened remains of the generational rupture clip Society`s

A spider`s web dancing over Bach`s organ, a still sunset closing on Beethoven; A pastoral, peaceful wind keeping traces of graceful herons; The ground opens herself to the seeds of

I am born everyday I pass away every night I use to forget about yesterday I don`t worry about tomorrow. My life is the eternal today moving like a Flying and Flaming Chariot, as it

31 de Agosto, 1990 Paisaje ilusorio, me conmoviste, ilusionaste, incluso me hiciste mirar tu ventana abierta a la luz infinita que coquetea y se balancea con el inconmensurable oscuro que me

The all-time fire the never ending flame the ceasing desire to overcome doing the same Makes the man manner Inside his humanity Rising within the banner of the amazing

In my nomadism, sometimes hedonist and often stoical, weed took over my chest. In the aridity of my soul weed turned into dry, sharp leaves stabbing my heart, wounded, I refused to

I mask my bones, however I search like a hound my dark corners only to limit that part of me that I want to escape from. You are there, blinding temptation, I re-make the escape being reborn

It is a sunny spring morning, in a blessed and fruitful land. I see my grandfather, a man I call simply \"granpa\", proud of his cornfield, full of love for the land he works, the land he lives in

Creo, sí, creo, en una fuerza superior altamente inmaterial, que influye sobre todos nuestros actos. Creo en el libre albedrío. Creo en mi misión. Creo en el dominio de la circunstancia. Creo

People come and go they dance the dance of life and yonder, After you have been amidst the crowd you find yourself all alone. The one an only company it´s the melody of the whole hearts that

Beyond everything but the inner drops of your soul that grab the energy of the Cosmos, You think that you are beyond time, beyond space, and limb... But all the eyes of Unknown Gods are

You must be some kind of infection of my highest affections and dreams. Whatever you lead me to do even though you´d never known, seems unmoral, wicked and wrong, but in my fleshy hope, it´s

Into the soil something boils, hot dying oil. Centre of Earth, Heart of the Mother We´re killing mercilessly by degrees, by Decrees. Fear fulfilling endlessly A part of

My fingers trap the essence of the mustard seed, Got inside my hand the map to make my deeds, (And) the words almighty presence, so small and so tall. As I write I can change my world, your

PANAMÁ, DE ACUERDO A ÁNGEL RUBIO: Ángel Rubio, un estudioso español quien más tarde adoptara la nacionalidad panameña, una vez dijo que Panamá era geográficamente Centroamericana,

I. INTRODUCCIÓN: Aún cuando estas naciones y territorios pertenecen a distintos continentes, comparten muchas cosas en común y como resultado de ello, sus pueblos se identifican unos con

PANAMA, ACCORDING ANGEL RUBIO Ángel Rubio, a Spanish scholar who later adopted the Panamanian nationality, once said that Panama was geographically Central American, historically South American