Sin Licencia Editora

  SL Mag  #2  is OUT NOW! for free on our SL Mag Website (  https://latintatres.wixsite.com/sin-licencia-mag ) The revue is based on the Peruvian Writer César Eduardo, raised in New York, Parisian at the moment, and part of the Sin Licencia Crew. Golden State Herals was published in Paris 2019, now we make this new edition with new material, and the trip of Eduardo Across U.S.A. sharing the Mag by QR code. 🇦🇷 SL Mag 2 ya está disponible gratuitamente para descargar desde nuestro website. La revista está basada en el escritor peruano César Eduardo, criado en Nueva York, parisino desde hace unos años y parte del colectivo Sin Licencia. Golden State Heralds fue editado originalmente en París 2019 por SinLicencia, y ahora hacemos esta versión extendida con nuevo material acompáñanos a Eduardo en su viaje de costa a costa de América del Norte, compartiendo la SL Mag mediante stickers con QR code. https://latintatres.wixsite.com/sin-licencia-mag

Le Culture Rapide, un lieu po é tique             Notre poète: César Eduardo - host-                                 Notre   âme  musical:Tomas Mizrahi -feat-                                                               et les ami(e)s                                              toujours les ami(e)s au Culture Rapide de Belleville                                      Paris Lit Up poetry     open Mic

César Eduardo, South and North American writer. Member of Sin Licencia.  Host, traveller and poet. Here´s some sonnets of him   Sonnet I To Laura Over by the seaside where the birch trees grow, I count an exact decade left for seven centuries since swift Italian glance ascended territories and left its mark here on this plane below. This time a West Coast essence brings her glow, through sunset steady a wide array of reveries awaits at heart’s doorstep for its corollaries, all the while within such countenance I flow. Today, the waxy wings of a New Icarus I fling, the soul embodying an exhalation of destiny along the shores of my dream abroad dispersed. Eyes brighter than two sunrises the gods string call me above again to exert severe mutiny, leaving me in a Golden State of Mind immersed. Sonnet II Amongst the urban garden the sight fixes perplexed Toward a towering structure of red and blue So my mind’s blank space turns the flag true For my mood to rejoice over this concret...