Álvaro Valverde made yesterday echoed the appearance of stone Heart in his blog. We reproduce in full the review:
Antonio María Flórez (Don Benito, 1959) is a rare poet, if only because to be both English and Colombian blends more easily into his poems two poetic traditions, in fact, by that which we speak and write in the language, should be one. His latest book, following the award-winning and published twice (there and here) Displaced Paradise, titled Heart of stone and Littera published books. By resorting to cliché, is as short as intense. Of "small dense" has called the author. The dedication clears from the outset any doubt: "For Javier Alberto Florez." Yes, your son. We are facing an autobiographical work, not confessional poems rich in dialogue, where just playing with no ambiguity. I mean, the poet goes from the front and right to what really matters: the story of a complicated relationship between a father, he and his son. Both are at a crossroads. "Against them" as in the appointment of Corman McCarthy, "a great desolation." In the distance, "a woman is blurred in the haze / and a child clings to his hand, grows." The landscape is certainly bleak: there are ruins (ruins gray instead of dreams "), Ashes (" On the ashes, / desolation " The poem is titled "Brush"), melancholy, very melancholy. Father and son are now under way, "the journey is too long" and the future of all inaccurate. The past is a dream. " In the absence of the child, "Your child is not and never will be. / Sleep. / What ever was. / What will never come."
This refers to lies, fears and, above all, death. A permanent threat, which, precisely, "is not no lie." However, we glimpse the hope: "Life will be meaningless," writes Flórez. And in conclusion: "I'm here with you. / Preparing you must carry fire." / Is that my fate? / That! ".
For those, as well as readers, know something of the life adventure that is told with verses in the Heart of stone, this is the unforgettable book from a friend who has managed to wrest a portion of his blessed poetry of art and comfort.
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