It's not heat, what you are looking for
it's craving, a combat
infernal. in dreams
you go to the abysses, llamas
to the most grim beings.
Sounds, sounds. Purge by the archangels
that are falling
ice cream. Here
put out the flame. call them.
About the author:
Lola Andres (1961, Valencia), graduate in philology. He has received awards such as the Alfons el Magnànim for poetry in Valencian or the Gerardo Diego from the Diputación de Soria. He has published the following books of poems: Molecules and stars, Light games, Materia, liquid sky, Crossing, (the third edition with the painter Pere Salinas, 2021), of One, Call her and the plaquettes Pending the air, with Eva Hiernaux, Poems (Catalog and exhibition Angles of the void at the Carme Center in Valencia with the painters Carolina Ferrer and Encarna Sepúlveda), how/happens, Gap, y Ho(yo) bone. He has translated poets such as Joan Navarro from Catalan to Spanish, Teresa Pascual, Jaume Pérez Montaner, Begonya Pozo or Josep Checa. He has also translated from German to Catalan, with Anacleto Ferrer, the Poetry of Hannah Arendt and Màtria, de Rose foreigners. His poems have appeared in different national and international publications.. It has been included in various anthologies. He has been part of interdisciplinary projects – poetry, music, dance and painting. He currently directs the Marte poetry collection, from Contrabando publishing house.
