Confidentiality Clause, Sample

The undertow of sadness

At that time, cowardice and fear had left me speechless. We had little time (...) did not know what to say. Whatever it was superfluous. What he said was the start of the farewell. Until she said. "I call this the undertow of sadness. I was impressed by without trying to interpret it. And in an act almost convulsive hugged her so hard that our skins are merged and connected terminal pain. I began to feel the anguish of her departure and immobility to the tyranny of fate. It was the punishing God, who gives and who takes away. (...) At that time did not fit more than two choppy breaths, unable to bear the detachment, the disabled to the sadness like a pendulum back and forth to ravage our flimsy humanities. I was reminded of Schopenhauer and felt hopelessly unhappy, irretrievably doomed. Only managed to say: - And happiness, fleeting, as this island is surrounded by an ocean of suffering. If so, I want to stay there with you, although we are shipwrecked and has no reality with which to compare our deep joy. She looked at me (...) to notice a little unfocused, as if trying to go further, he took my face and thanked me. "I, you, now I know what a pendulum and the route from end to end has been the most beautifully wonderful that I could have happened. I do not know if I love this corner of life you I love you, but I can finally make sure that any space behind, hidden somewhere or dimension along the way, living a possibility for the meaning of my life.

(excerpt from the story "pendulum of infinite sadness" of JP Belair)

do not know why I begin an invitation to the launch of a book of poems with an excerpt from a story. Perhaps it is a more clearly what is mine and integrated este libro con mi historia, la real, la imaginaria, la poética, con lo que ha salido por estos dedos torpes para quedarse en un papel de manera perpetua, para toda la vida, más allá de la propia inclusive.

Sin más retórica los quiero invitar a la presentación de mi primer libro de poemas llamado “la resaca de la tristeza” para este domingo 9 de noviembre a las 12:30 en la feria del libro del Centro Cultural Estación Mapocho.

Lleguen con gente, entusiasmo y por sobre todo avidez de poesía emergente. Hagamos un concierto de versos several voices and that, beyond the ears, echoing rumble in the hearts intertwined with daily excitement that any release of this book.

A full house !!!!!!!!!!!! Camilo Mori

Peru