Preposition
poem by Ruth Salles With two words I want to express myself. I need a bridge if the two are going to connect.
poem by Ruth Salles With two words I want to express myself. I need a bridge if the two are going to connect.
poem by Ruth Salles What is the little word that jumps out, that exclaims, that stirs and screams, that cries and that…
Joyful arrival! poem by Ruth Salles The ship, so powerful, with white sails, comes on the high seas. in clear…
poem by Ruth Salles Everything, everything that exists in the world – the stone and the plant, the animal and the…
poem by Ruth Salles The face and the paws: the shovels that dig. The short nails dig into the dirt; thin…
poem by Ruth Salles Run, the hare runs in the forest. He wants a good party to be celebrated.
poem by Ruth Salles Madrugada, in the woods you can already hear the beat: bica-bica, pica-pica, tambourines the woodpecker.
poem by Ruth Salles Kingfisher, flying, flying, it lands on the branch and waits until the fish appears in the river…
poem by Ruth Salles “My little pout, curved like an oriental saber, knows how to find good finds in the flowers of…
poem by Ruth Salles On its hind legs sitting on the floor, it's not a puppy. What then?