was blindfolded with a black ribbon, sat at the table and accompanied by music and pictures his voice cracking, his lines deep. His word was first youth and laughter, undressed in the dark room and let us see a premature sadness loneliness and absence. When the light turned, his body tall rooted four unpublished poems embracing with their hands, and dropped to the floor slabs feelings and despair wrinkled his last breath that left us speechless and paralyzed.
Laura Rosal de Jerez de la Frontera has a long road trip with his few, 22 but his work and commitment will make it very far. "Also my eyes" of the editorial Cangrejo Pistolero is the brilliant displays of his first steps. A volume of blue beauty and clarity of his photographs, like the light of the universe who believes in his verses.
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