My book is the harvest of fourty years of writing as a neutral observer. I gathered my inspirations from places like Cuba, Canary Island, Mexico, Puerto Rico, New York, New Jersey and now Florida. My poetry is direct but softly abstract...in the other hand compact. should be read slowly because sometimes I only used one word to simbolized the whole verse and also to feel the inner melody...if you are planing to read fast, just don't do it at all; because as a fine artist first, I write like painting the layers in a landscape with stroking colors of feelings....painfully sweet... I also used the rites of the aztec human sacrifice or the african yoruba ceremonies to reflect the pain of falling in and out of love in romantic relationships. I'm using 24 of my paintings as illustrations for the poems and also in the front and back covers. I pray to a neutral universal god but I do not practice any known religion.I believe in the presence of the creator in every living thing ( animistic ) and as a pacifist, free thinker; I'm trying to make sense of this life in the planet earth. So...to me, everything is sacred...even what we think we don't like...
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