GLOVES OF SHADOW

Things are muffled, 
with their gloves of shadow 
and the liturgy of cadence begins, 
the growing twilight
My soul overflows like a flight. 
What chaos of anxiety 
and sombre thirst, 
of all clarity 
Like a liquor that bores, drunk bitterly 

I seek to cross that abyss again, 
Vaguely concealed by your name

My house is no longer the same, 
It is time where nothing happens

Your empty desks 
And I am the same as her (my house) 
in the astonishment of not being, of not knowing myself, 
Of not knowing anything…
only part of a process... 

The weak lighting of the candles, 
make chiaroscuro, 
on the objects that you left with a collector's fixation. 

The earth bleeds, 
like my soul Announces a desperate cry in my mind… 
You are no longer here… 

I know that I will resurrect with the spasms of dawn 
Arrhythmic systole of my existence 




GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina, based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects of the Hispanic World Union of Writers and is the UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is the Commissioner of Honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.