Illustration by Jorge F. Hernández
Poetry is back.
If it seemed absent, in a world that seemed to be mired in the generalization of lies and constant simulation, it has returned to poetry in the silent miracles of those who avoid the impalpable virus that threatens us and in the murmurs of certain landscapes of ice or well in the free yellow verse that a poet recites at the foot of the Capitol in the capital of the United States of America.
Amanda Gorman levitated wrapped in a yellow coat and overcoming an impediment that apparently affects her speech, she recited the invisible rhythm of an intimate rap and random rhyme, mét ...
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