Contributor 16: Hector Castilla
HÉCTOR CASTILLA writes agile and bold ink. His writing is beautiful, hard, musical. His sentimental, vital and rote itinerary involves a game of contrasts on the limits of loneliness and sadness. But, after all, at the heart of this doberman broke the power of a young woman who has also won several literary prizes. The last one is a finalist in the Young Murcia 1999.
I insist on denying the leftovers of opulence
a trail of steps and hands and lips of life.
Insist on clean every roof,
Rage who occupied
and stop being eternal winter.
I insist that life is too serious
Persist in thinking that the world,
the real world, that this is not now,
will last an eternal summer
and it shall be prohibited to forget
mothers without children, or children without parents,
the bleeding of entire peoples name
or the silence imposed on whole cities,
It shall be prohibited to forget
because they look good without being so unoriginal
to repeat only
the nightmares of history.
Let no one take me at face
I did not try,
You see, I still insist …
Contributor 17: David Galindo
DAVID GALINDO is a mastiff degree in English Philology. In his brief stays in Britain, only keeps the memory of wonderful English reading, because the money he brought with him was not even buy original albums of The Kinks tickets or to spend in recreation senior Shakespearean. Things like this, which has brought Spain are a series of memories, good and bad, a burger in London he was paid just enough to survive. His leisure was therefore to surround himself with books in the library. Well, by God! She currently works at the bookstore-cafe Murcia Ithaca, waiter, of course.
it is as if it had happened
now dark brown,
I know that nobody is going to sit here,
I’ll have to keep writing
in this napkin
and watching goes
if I want to ease the wait.
Because I expect something,
the unprecedented meeting and sad
with the unexpected,
someone sits here
and see me
and draw a box
with a thousand locks
and offer me their secrets,
only for today
I have sad eyes
and I feel that I need
looks and confidence.
But I know
that today will be one
of those languid days
in which no
you will notice my skinny figure
because I made the mistake
reading the book of my destiny.
Contributor 18: Antonio Aguilar
ANTONIO AGUILAR is the poet laureate of our magazine. Logically, the fact of being crossed with wolf has helped. After being runner-university competition García Lorca Granada, he won first prize at the prestigious poetry competition Cartagena Antonio Oliver Belmar, whose jury is composed of poets such as José Hierro, Eloy Sanchez Rosillo or novelists like Salvador Garcia Jimenez. His winning book was published and is titled The Fall embodied Ives of the Rock (1998). We wish her best wishes to this distant and close disciple of Virgil.
I am under the gentle light
of the window. Leo patiently
and love each verse
the open book in my hands.
Then, in the stillness of the day I think
this is not modern way
Man talking on his solitude
rest and reflect. I know that there will be
who in favor of more modern times
light fires where now only
glares burn that warm November
He has put in the window. I leave the book
on the table and I stop for a while
the pleasure of looking at life,
the afterlife that filter words
as an antique mirror. Get away
I love and accept him as the air
cold announcing the arrival
the books read and forgotten.
The purpose of this article was that his readers paladeasen some verses, always inviting, of course, to reflect and deepen the emotions and feelings. If that is achieved, even if it was only a reader, we give fully satisfied.
Within four months you will find us again. Perhaps, for that time, and we are accompanied by new tenants in the hospital. Dogs literature wait until then.
Juan de Dios García