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She herself says at the beginning that her pretension is not to make “high literature”, it is true that it is not, this book is rather a diary of thoughts and experiences but told with so much honesty that it disarms you. It is a reading that helps to understand the context of her songs and to think about situations that the artist has lived and in which many women will see themselves reflected.
She herself says at the beginning that her intention is not to make “high literature”, it is true that it is not, this book is rather a diary of thoughts and experiences but told with such honesty that it disarms you. It is a reading that helps to understand the context of her songs and to think about situations that the artist has lived and in which many women will see themselves reflected.
No touch-ups, no make-up, no cover-ups. She in her pure state. And that is what I liked the most. In this book she lets us in to know her without concealment. She talks about her struggle, her origins and what it takes to succeed in this world -which in itself is complicated- and even more so if you are a woman. She talks about the meaning of her songs, her lyrics. She shares reflections that I am going to adopt. In short, a nice book for -as she says- not to be a woman, but to be a woman.
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In this edition of “Solaz sobre las nubes”, commissioned to Ediciones Helios, Dosártes shades his romanticism with the realism of passion. Whoever reads these refined rhymes in their entirety, will not only read the tasty details of love, but will feel them and will be elevated to the clouds during its reading, and by the way, one can appreciate in each one of its rhymes the dedication and philosophy that characterizes Dosartes’ tasteful poetics. Undoubtedly, this collection of poems once again demonstrates the lyrical power of Dosartes.
In the second edition of his second collection of poems, “Labios de ángel”, Dosártes exposes again his knowledge of Eros and Poetry. Moreover, he does not hesitate to mix and differentiate the two because, as the poet Pedro Provencio says: “Poetry is… the eroticism of language”.
In his sixth digital poetry book, Dosártes interweaves hand in hand his commitment with his greatest lover: poetry. Adventurism, which has characterized him since his first collection of poems, stands out once again, but this time with his sensual adoration of the guava, that juicy and round fruit of the tropics that is, without a doubt, his aphrodisiac paradise…. More love and more moans #JARD #Dosártes
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We could think of the garden as a detour, a circumlocution, a way of saying understood as a walk, digression, wandering. In this sense, like the poem, the garden would be a place where language slows down, thinks, wanders, plays, elaborates another way of saying with no other objective than the walk itself, the very movement of language.
Where am I from, really? who am I and how do others see me? where do I come from…and where do I keep walking to? who gave me this name, when and why? But perhaps the most profound question, the most painful for many, is where (and in what way) do I belong?
Will art continue to be important in this new reality of minimal interpersonal contact? Is the precariousness that society offers the artist a symptom of the expiration of art in our times?
The continent burns. We welcome a new decade restless and uneasy. From the north to the south of the continent, and passing through the Caribbean, we feel the generalized discontent and sense of injustice of populations that for decades have suffered little or no social mobility.
LL – La LLave, Children’s Song – Canticuentos World
My wailing was heard at the end of the corridor. Sometimes there’s so much darkness in me that I’m terrified.today everything is dark, you can’t see anything.these days the horror leaves me silent.and my psychoanalyst insists that I should stop living my problems doped.I’ve looked so far into the abyss that I’m realizing that my reflection is no longer the same.things happen, feminism, terrorism.that in reality all this happiness is more like a mirage.you asked me, why do you walk around in the dark? It kills me that you don’t believe me and you still have doubts, why didn’t you turn on the light?