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.

Lyrics: Inti Yanes-Fernandez – Music: Inti Yanes-Fernandez

May you vanish inside a wild lily,

As your eyes disappear in the sun,

May your hair rain on me of the living

And untouched gold of your love.

May your image not become delirium,

That summons through the endless haze.

May you linger, still dressed in doubts,

An old dream that refuses to fade.

May the world never know where we ended,

Nor the hours reckon what we were.

May your name wrap my sword like a tendril,

As I die in Echidna’s lair.

May the lightning fall silent and fade,

When you pass by, naked of light,

May the sea not name you in its song,

Nor my southern dawn kiss your deep night.

Though the world may shatter my shelter,

The serpent of time still shall make

In your dreams, my raging grapes prosper,

In my chest, your garden awake.

May the world never know where we ended,

Nor the hours reckon what we were.

May your name wrap my sword like a tendril,

As I die in Echidna’s lair.

May the world never know where we ended,

Nor the hours reckon what we were.

May your name wrap my sword like a tendril,

As I die in Echidna’s lair.

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