Tales The question raised over two thousand years recurs in this book Marysol Carrero Necker. Lyric and joint reflection and conjured up to account for the mystery of initiation, the ecstasy of silence, the time and immediately faced forward, perhaps true, perhaps a dream. Urgent attitude of one who investigates the origin, the dark miracle of the gods that poetry reveals strange act of communion between man and the sacred, and to the discredit of those results in persecution, dauntless struggle between reason and wonder "Rio, drink endless. / Where is the way of the gods who taught me?"
Word tender and heartbreaking. Journey from the abyss where the question comes in every fire in the innocence of first glimpse into the consciousness of being and living, in the certainty of not having, in the dispossession of ancestral birth: "I am a cosmic substance bed river. / I have tears of life and singing! "
light I keep calling this a journey for the risky edge of the inner word in perfect mask vulnerability from within the existential paradox of man in all times and places as if this desire germinal depended reunion, the happy culmination of darkness lit. We must welcome the new word of the Venezuelan writer. Accurate and courageous, you know that "time is a trap", which always haunts the eternal return, "the abysmal pit of memory," the delirium of the circle ", or what can be worse, the terrible threat of salvation:" We in this way / of strange animal / in search of their being! "
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