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Librería Kolima (Madrid)
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My poems may have a little of everything. Some of them were officially written in front of the computer; others, I had to beg for a piece of paper and a pen in the middle of the street to write them down - otherwise, I would just forget it. There have been times; I had to park my car anywhere I could find to write them down. Sometimes, I had to write not to cry. This is where humanity begins - where we connect. For Mead, the anthropologist, it is when men fix each other’s broken femur. For me, it is when I create a line that touches your heart. And, in between one poem and another, while laughing and crying, we exist. They are quite disruptive in forms, formats, content. I tend to avoid all sorts of classifications, and make them as diverse as they are. Experimental & raw - like life. They aim to bring something new in the horizon - something that maybe reshapes our ways for better futures. I called them Urban poems because they were mostly motivated by everyday situations. I wish you enjoy the reading.
