here
Vicente Valero
're sitting alone in front of the valley
with a book in their hands to abandon at times
to watch, with the calm
due, as
the eye can see. Sounds
silence. Sometimes the rumor
branches or a bird singing intermittently.
breathe deeply. Ves. You appreciate
one at a time
that gives you this live apart. Do not yours
complaint of those who want to go
but always postponed
the occasion of his flight. You stay here
own accord:
This is your place. You are
him.
Δ
the lone oak
is on a hill
surrounding rocks, brooms, land where the tree roots
and it seems hardly defensible.
I showed my father when the boy was walking with him
between fields. Since
retain its presence with the need that hard.
From the top, watch the city.
distinction is the first thing to come back.
last thing
look when I leave the walls of this microcosm.
is more than an ancient oak.
Alone in height, quiet, is figure
of life to which he aspires who resists.
Δ
inner life
Antonio Moreno
My life is interior.
live in, there
to that which is hidden
dark.
Through
eyes light enters and stays empty
penumbra where time is displayed
opaque, inscrutable.
Alone and silent
I stop to contemplate what happens to me. In one corner
narrow
cloister-like,
where sings a source
visiting birds. From that site
hear
life
far I gone forever.
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is the author of books of poems Territory, waters arrested, A hidden reason (Loewe Award) A safe distance , The dark realm, Rehearsing circles, terrestrial mechanics and Outside, the last three New collection published in the Sacred Texts Tusquets.
is included in some anthologies of reference and his poems have been translated into several languages.
has published several novels The walls of the world and anyone that does not exist , and books of literary essays Reader invisible and far away I .
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