When I was little I used to occur in the office of my father who, despite long hours spent browsing there rummaging drawers and books, always appeared some object I had ever seen. Years later, it just keeps happening to the beloved office but the action of finding objects of unknown origin has also infected my room.
This morning I left in haste, and went to pick up a book from the shelves quickly, without looking, wanted to take a surprise. "Greenhouse", the poet Maria Paz Moreno , appeared a few hours later in my bag, including a bottle of water, rolling and snuff gumys candy and when I took a while wallowing above verse, poem below , sampling forward, without further direction that the beating of my hand, enjoying each poem ... it dawned on me: How did this book to my shelf? Where I found it when I found? I guess today.
* VANDE GURUNAM In the picture, one of the poems in the book that exudes simple truths, deep eyes, fleeting and short delivery fully committed and genuine. A collection of poems to look at the literature, freedom, women, education, routine, in an experimental and exquisite in its purity and sincerity. It is a poetry so rich, so deep that you can touch it with your hands.
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