Go one by this fucking world trying to see, know and live life to its fullest extent, overcoming the difficulties of the age, of course ...
Since I retired and began to manage my time my activities and occupations independently and decided to write this blog, great things have happened to me so far. I have developed my limited writing skills, I felt the nexus or connection between people swarming around the internet related to the distance. I felt affection and love for new people who only know from the screen, word and an image ... I mean, I missed the feel and touch, the smell of your skin and body, the grace of their movements and the tone of his voice inflections and emphasis in the speech, but, above all, the approach that gives the energy flow compatible, complementary, defined as the chemistry of the minds.
When there is an event, a claim or call that brings together people interested, and begins to delineate and define a type of related subjects, as establishing the call itself, a selection of personal profiles, a screen that provides quite a coincidence. There is a provision to meet, to create friendship and understanding, to approach the ideas in the position and share, from the friendship, all that one holds in the field of knowledge.
in Grenada this weekend celebrated the Fourth Meeting of poets on the Net was a temptation for me. I saw it as an opportunity to find and meet with new people and known from the network. The unique setting of the city muse to many poets, allowed and facilitated the meeting. The charm and Witchcraft Mary zambra Canastera the Vermout Castaneda, churros and chocolate in the Alhambra Plaza Bib-Rambla, etc ... But, mostly, people found in the Saray Hotel in meeting poets, who masterfully organized Marian. A great wonder conjugate between the mainland and content.
On Saturday 26, afternoon, was the meeting. Around 50 participants, who were reading poetry to the delight of all. Master the art of declamation, full of poetic sensibility, we complexed, you feel a knot triviality and you cling to the throat before the high bar that you're thinking. Then you see that it is not strips, but that each should contribute the same. It is not a competition, but a meeting, no one is better or worse, but simply is ... and that's just putting on the table what they have, own and singular, differential drop of water added to form the brave Sea poetry.
recited two poems (I confess that I recited in public only once before). One dedicated to Granada, Granada, the Darro entitled. One of the first times I went to Granada, For many years, I liked it a splendid view of the Alhambra watered by the morning sun, while on her lap the Darro played and sang in its waters disappear into the bowels of the city back in Santa Ana This inspired me and compared it to Granada with a beautiful woman who is about a peasant in love (the Darro) trying to seduce and impregnate her tastes and smells of the countryside, the kind that emanates from the mountains and ride the river of life to the sea.
Another poem, entitled Black and dark night, is part of the criticism that I make the current situation, the attempt to impose a consumerist world, alienating obvious and perverse that the existence of human beings, their essence, to make them mere instruments of progress misunderstood, to cultivate instead of BEING TAKEN. I felt comfortable at all times, thanks to the environment that was created and the flow of friendship that was evident. Loli, who also came, it went great, something that gives me double satisfaction. From here is my sincere remembrance for everyone with my offer of friendship.
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