WILDsound Festival

The Carnival, Poetry by Guessella Daniels

One day when I was young I watched a carnival
beyound the boundaries of my confines
sitting on a tree trunk
Out of curiosity being rhapsodic about his stunning
red color constrasting with his black facial mask and red bill
Moving beyond the boundaries of my confines

You said, I said…, Poetry by Alejandra Erebia

You said “Do what you want.”
I said “It will only hurt others.”
You said “Do it anyway.”
I said “I can’t.”
You said “Why?”