that rainfall in Córdoba's old paid to Book Fair is not news. I go there to attend the book launch POEMS OF LOVE AND SILENCE , friend José Manuel Ballesteros . In the table, also a friend of Manolo Patiño, with its Editions depapel get than words, paper and bolts is a beautiful combination. Professor Pérez presents Cubillo. The rain intensifies and become whirlwind, can not hear the water almost throughout the event. As if the rain would soak up books. And scream.
José Manuel talks about the risk of writing poetry: the strip. And we read some of his poems edited and unedited.
leave here the first book, I choose the season that we (the love) and because I suggested quiet corner of Cordoba. That Cordoba, however, in the month that we-burst of lush beauty and joy.
Smiled the afternoon, the skies opened.
How far, how far love flying!
(For the green waves of a wheat field in flower
by the white waves of the sea at dawn.)
How far, how far flying your voice!
(For words roses, blooming dreams.)
flew your eyes on the streets without a voice,
and streets gave my heart.
(A place in shadow, a faint rumble.)
sounded a fountain in a corner.
green sweet little fountain song.
clear edge in your voice landed.
(water waves glittered in the sun.)
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