AnthropoDigital Creations

Voice and spirit across code: thinking, poetry, and music in the AnthropoDigital age.

Inti A. Yanes-Fernandez studied Art History at the University of Havana. He obtained a Ph.D. in Hispanic Studies from Texas A&M University. Th.M. from Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He has taught Culture Theory, Philosophy, Literature, Asian Art, Aesthetics, and Greek. He has articles in academic journals such as Mediaevistik and Forum Philosophicum. His books include ‘Ante los crisantemos blancos’ (essay, 2021), ‘Alle Ontologie’ (poetry, 2023), ‘El Cid and King Arthur as Hegemonic Myths in the Christianization of the Iberian Peninsula and Britain’ (academic research, 2023), and ‘Fracta Hélade’ (poetry, 2024). He lives in the hills of Williamsport, Pennsylvania, where deer and crows visit his backyard.

AnthropoDigital creation: Inti Yanes-Fernandez

Lyrics: Inti Yanes-Fernandez

Music: Inti Yanes-Fernandez

Something was Whispering…

Your words fell softly, like leaves dyed in blue,

I could not tell if you were gray moon or sun.

Your laughter in April held Autumn winds too,

Your voice I would chase where the lost echoes run.

You gazed at the sky, I walked in your trail,

Your glance made a “maybe” shimmer in light.

Doves rose from silence with wings grown frail,

You wove me your sea in my maze of night.

Something was whispering my world was shifting,

Though silence remained, all within me was flame,

While you were dreaming, while I was drifting,

In exile, I knew you — I called out your name.

Your steps crossed the paths I once knew too well,

I stayed for a reason I could not say.

A ghost reborn where the echoes dwell,

Sweet dawn was your aura — my mountain, my faith.

You spoke so little, while I was dying,

The hours passed through like a quiet prayer,

Your lily-soul into mine was flying,

And in the blue night, we vanished there.

Something was whispering my world was shifting,

Though silence remained, all within me was flame,

While you were dreaming and I was drifting,

In exile, I knew you — I called out your name.

Something was whispering your world was changing,

Though silence was stillness, it burned through the dark,

While I kept dreaming, while you kept drifting,

In your own fate, you had known my heart.

Heaven had known how long I had waited,

How my sun set down in your far-off sky.

And though from love you still hesitated,

The crystal of my soul still reached for thine.

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