Emigration (The last flight) On the beach of the sea that separates Africa from Spain lies a dead turtledove perhaps on its way to the warmer south? She lies on her back, wings spread as if one more time she wished to embrace the sky. (from “Poetic Reflections”, Ukiyoto Publishing, India 2026) What will remain Everything that ever lived is sooner or later erased by time. What remains is the beauty on earth which man created before: beautiful constructions, sculptures, words and music. But what will remain of us —for those who come after us— as a trace? What else but tasteless constructions, pollution of water and air, the greed of the now. (from “Poetic Reflections”, Ukiyoto Publishing, India 2026) Against the tide Poetry seeks its path against the tide. It cannot change the path of man whose future is uncertain and distant. But sometimes it can be lifebuoy f...