HTML Cecilia Romana(Buenos Aires, 1975) Estampa, de Francisco López Merino Leí a López Merino por primera vez en la antología de poetas argentinos que Horacio Armani publicó en Aguilar en 1981.
I’d been in Orkney, and was getting the lunchtime St Margarets Hope to Gills bay Ferry.
The day was grey and dank, with low cloud and harr.
As is my habit, I spent the journey on deck, as I find the trip over the Pentland Firth always fascinating. Just past Swona, as we hit some easterly swells, I looked west and saw that the harr stopped around Strathy Point, and the west was clear and glorious.
For tax reasons I may have to insist in being recompensed in beer, Oh and if you want to win that weekend for two – Click here St Magnus Cathedral is one of the Highlands and Islands more pleasing ecclesiastical buildings, perfect in scale and size for the town of Kirkwall – a pocket cathedral indeed.
A Church of Scotland “High Kirk”, its actually owned by the Orkney Islands Council, as successor to Kirkwall Burgh. Correction – I love flying to Shetland in anything but a Shorts 360 – I still have nightmares of a long instrument approach from the East, bumpy, dark, sweating, struggling not to succumb to motion sickness (of which I never suffer), in what was always called the Vomit Comet.
Orkney is hosting the commemoration of the Battle of Jutland on the 31st May 2016, so the ceramic poppy sculpture has found a home here for the months of May and June. But Loganair Saabs, despite their current technical issues, have fun views from the rear seats, and the curved approach to Runway 33 on a decent day is one of the most fun landings you can do in the UK.
From just above Bettyhill, looking west to Ben Loyal and Ben Hope, on a glorious spring day on the North Coast.
Cada vez que me veía entrar en el edificio de la calle Bouchard, aquel poeta delicado y bueno me regalaba el último ejemplar de La Nacioncita, que yo atesoraba con mi alma y defendía de la avidez de mis hermanos. Líquido estremecido por un perfil tan vago se tornará sensible cuando los astros bajen.
Vaya este breve poema de López Merino como recuerdo y agradecimiento a Horacio Armani, que más tarde fue mi amigo. Temo quebrar la magia de tus vírgenes sendas con la torpe palabra que mi labio pronuncia.