Patricia Elena Vilas: “Οι λέξεις πετούν ελεύθερες”

Aπο την Αργεντινή στην Ελλάδα… 3 ποιημάτα δρόμος

Επιμέλεια Eva Petropoulou Lianou Author children literary Poet Greece

Patricia Elena Vilas (Argentina, 1958)

She is the author of several books of poetry and her work has received multiple awards like Arco de Córdoba (2017 y 2018), Premio Internacional Grandes Mujeres (2019), Premio Nacional e Internacional Obelisco de Oro (2019 y 2020), Premio Atrezzo América-Europa (2019-2021), Premio Nacional Gaviota de Plata (2019 y 2020), Premio Internacional Award The Best (2019), Premio Nacional Raíces (2019), Premio Nacional Cadena Mundial para la Paz, Premio Reina del Plata (2019-2021), Premio Nacional e Internacional Arcángel San Gabriel, Premio Poldy Bird and Estrella Argentina 2021.

World of shadows and torments

The strongest pain touches the silence;
conducts to the infinite, a sound of stars.
The thoughts unhang from the world
begging the sea of forgotten verses for truth.

The solitude and grief wander
the spaces between your death and mine,
in a sunset devoid of love
and plenty of unspeakable anguishes.

The stairs take me to the infinite,
just rueful sound is given back by the dance of the dead.
Your magical scream a mystery, rare,
wandering soul, absorbed, dismembered.

I found crystal shadows on the way,
the deep pain of my entrails
wanders silently by the mountains,
disposed of love, sorrows, and tempests.

A white robe receives me at the dawn,
the crystals of your story reflected
the tenderness of the sweet torment,
an obscure abyss, the solitude is not enough.

The winged kiss shines in the tormented fog,
born of dark sighs, oblivions, and anguish
buried by ancient madness
and dark dawns.

In the mutilated sunset of thoughts
my fragile soul wandered around the world
searching shadows that step by step
enclosing my soul in dark abysm.
Dusty eyes challenged the shadows of the eternal Spring,
light of dark candles enlightened
my illusioned world of torments.

Young harmonies of the now-time non-existing love,
a mixture of bodies in the obscurity of the clay
where the night is dressed up as abandon
opens itself with a low fire challenging obscurity.

I´m a spinning shadow,
the word that sleeps in the last swing of the square
waiting for your vanished shadow
in the sinister mist of the night.


Magical dreams lost in the cosmos,

happy scattered memories

by wide devastated worlds

by the silent waves of memory.

In the deepest darkness

I remembered languid and broken words

of broken promises

dropped from the time tunnel

Time of encounters and disagreements,

memories and lost loves,

nights disguised as absences,

deluded world of torments.

Silence envelops my thrown soul

to the abyss stripped of darkness,

behind the distant mountains of oblivion,

all is stillness, all is sunset.

I want to see how the moon hides,

feel the yearning of our bodies,

plagued by non-existent longings

covered in magical dreams.


The world is a gloomy blackness,

madness doesn’t matter,

the door of the soul,

tombstone of oblivion

The bloody fog resists,

deep pain vanishes

the narrow bridge between

Time and eternity.

The tenderness of silence spreads

Like light in the shadows.

birds in flight,

sad witnesses of your misfortune.

The off-hook thought

of your enlightened reality

spreads like a vine

for the smoothness of your skin.

night disguised as absence,

witnesses of unreal nights

wander in the perpetual dawn,

overwhelmed by cunning melancholy.


My caresses run through your dark body,

naked, without shadows,

winding the smoothness of your skin,

Do you know how much I want you?

I sigh in the distance

I try to penetrate your soul

fill me with you

and say goodbye to the world.

Today I saw coffee in your eyes,

took me to my dream,

Today I have seen the sky in your eyes,

I became an angel.

Today I have seen fire in your eyes,

I understood the burning love

that enveloped you

I feel your presence

anchored to my aura,

I feel your presence

attached to my body,

I feel your presence

fluttering in the air

Orchid scented.

the ice went through

the snowy dawn

the spiral of life

grows more every day,

impossible to stop it.

I would have wished

meet you in another time,

somewhere else.