PORQUE CALLAR ES MORIR… LEVANTO MI VOZ (ANDRÉS MANZANERO, GABRIEL)
Gabriel es un hombre del pueblo, aquellos que son conscientes de la realidad en la que viven, que tienen de manera natural un espíritu crítico, que su alma no les permite admitir la presencia de las injusticias. Los otros son la masa, aquellos a los que nada de lo que pasa a su alrededor les importa, que viven tranquilos siendo sumisos y dóciles, que prefieren obedecer por comodidad antes que complicarse la vida. Gabriel no es un hombre masa, Gabriel es un hombre rebelde, un hombre del pueblo.
ONE OF SEVEN BILLION (SHERRY, TIM;AYERS, LANA HECHTMAN)
"With conversational language and stripped-down wisdom, Tim Sherry's One of Seven Billion is at once intimate and anonymous, revealing and evasive. In a time when many poets seem to value irony and wit, Sherry offers poems that are intelligently solid and emotionally honest. The speaker in many of these poems strikes me as a modern-day relative of William the Poet from the long, allegorical, Christian narrative Piers Plowman of the Middle Ages. He questions without finding answers then accepts that the act of questioning is what each of the seven billion of us must do to exist meaningfully. Posing such impossible questions can be a solitary process but despite the poet's "instinct for loneliness," he creates a community where Claude Monet, John Wayne, Lana Turner, and The man Upstairs meet at the center of the universe to celebrate life, love and the imagination." --Allen Braden, author of A Wreath of Down and Drops of Blood
EMANATIONS FROM THE PENUMBRA (SCHORB, E. M.)
Schorb?s poetry has won a number of awards in many categories from a wide range of competitions over recent decades?from the formal, to prose poems and free verse.? The poems collected here are free verse in style; unpredictable and intriguing in subject matter. ? ?
OR VERD. . QUINQUE LIBRI: CENT POEMES (GÓMEZ OLIVER, VALENTÍ)
Cavalquen els conceptes fragmentarismiríades de mots, un fosc vestita la recerca cega del sentitentre els paranys feréstecs, solitaris.Espantafocs alats dels sagitarisdèria de xerrar amb desprofit,voler-ho convertir tot en escritsense conèixer a fons els breviaris.Creació és dilatar l´instantal llarg dels jorns, els mesos, les anyades,segles, mil·lenis que passen volantquan peces del teler són encertades.Una poètica sense embalums:llegir, viure, pensar, no tenir fums.
UNEXPRESSED FEELINGS (RUPA, KHADIJA)
Unexpressed Feelings is a book which begins with the unbearable melancholy that creeps under one?s skin, into the bones, when an unexpected heartbreak takes place. Priceless lessons, that only mistakes and sorrow can teach, leap out from the middle part of the book with the forethought to heal an inner wound that is still raw, still painful. This book of yearning, heartache and realisations gradually comes to a beautiful end in part three by unveiling how love is supposed to look like when it truly enters one?s life. By expressing some of the sweet feelings of falling in love and being consumed by it in this last section, with the right person this time, the aim of the book is one: to give hope to souls that propels them to the continuous search for Love. True Love. Throughout this book, loss, lessons and love have been portrayed in a brief, whimsical, poetic manner with meanings that are intensely deep. ? ? ? ? ? ?Life This Earth is a funny planet. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Life in it is nothing? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but a game. ? ? ? ? ? We all are players. Some play with toys. ?? ? ? ? ?Some? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
