SANTIAGO COPÍ · WRITING
Poems
Language stops explaining and begins to remember.
Poems about memory, desire, absence, and what remains when words are no longer enough.
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The Air
The wind never learned to tell one body from another. A poem about how hard it is to teach the air a difference.
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The Only Distance
After the years, the children, and the shared exhaustion, a man discovers that desire hasn’t aged — it has simply learned to stay.
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Time Held Still
The sea keeps returning, the sails stay white, and a child keeps running inside a memory that never quite closes.
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What No One Saw
A rosebush moves through winter in silence, until something beneath the earth remembers a heartbeat that was never its own.
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The Satin
Between desire and the body, only a satin’s width remained. A poem about the last distance still able to pretend we were two.
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Clear Waters
A poem about two currents that meet and the riverbed that learns to live with stone.
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Daughter
A poem about freedom, tenderness, and everything worth leaving behind as inheritance.
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The Verse Was Waiting
The verses are not written — they were already waiting. A poem about the silence that comes before the ink.
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Scorched Earth
We have signal in every room, and none for the person next door.
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The Silence Between Heartbeats
Two fairies mend the night beside a sleeping child.
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Recognition
Contempt demands attention. A poem about the love that is recognised.
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Five Steps Toward the Light
A child crosses a hallway. Five steps. Nobody names him.
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What the Sand Does Not Forget
In violet, roses grow on skin of sand.
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Cold Light
In cold light, names grow over burning glass.
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The Day That Doesn’t Move
An anniversary. The house that stays the same.
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