Today we woke up with the tragic news of the death of Nacho Montoto to the 37 years. Cordovan poet and director of the last literary festival Cosmopoetics celebrated. According to information sources, his death was due to a heart attack, although the data from the autopsy are still pending.
Although his poetic work, unfortunately, has been short, he obtained the Young Andalusia Prize for Poetry in 2013. We have the following poetry books published:
- "The city of mirrors", plaquette, collection Poesía Nueva Juan Ramón Jiménez de Fondo (2007).
- "The last rains", plaquette (Verses del sol, 2008).
- My memory is a slide - Unsustainable Spaces (Cangrejo Pistolero Editions, 2008).
- "Surplus" (Cangrejo Pistolero Editions, 2010).
- "After the light" (La Garua, 2013).
- "The broken rope", For which he obtained the Young Andalusia Award, 2013. (Renacimiento, 2014).
- "We are all here, there is no one here" (The Four Winds Collection. Renaissance, 2015).
In addition to writing poetry, he was also a columnist and literary critic for the Diario Córdoba, «South Notebooks » and the magazine Port.
His blog: «Paper bow ties»
He wrote occasionally on his blog titled «Paper Bow Ties», which you can visit in this link. There, his last writing was an unpublished poem which he titled "News":
The sea was a latrine. The bodies floated swollen,
swollen, purple and whitish; in spite of the
blackness.
The density of the seaweed hugged her legs. Does not seem
may luck sail with them that night.
It rained on the waves, on mounds of waves that
they spiraled defeating the brave
that… to the brave that… to the promises that… to the
dreams that ... to the future that ...
A woman of just sixteen hugs her baby in the
bottom of the sea. At the bottom of evil.
The new wave is approaching the shore, carrying on its crest the
dreams of a better life that rests in the
depths of the seabed, carries on its crest the
screams, hope and the abyss.
This world is a beast that can be seen coming from afar.
We, we, we live in peace. We know the
tranquility of language thanks to our beds
hot, to our Ikea sofas and to our purchase
weekly in Carrefour.
Small bags of water appear in the news.
Fear, helplessness and nausea in the middle of the sea.
They see themselves coming.
Like the bodies that at night approach the
edge of our beds as we watch them, in
silence, in the reflective position of which nothing is known and
someone in the middle of the road, at that point, at that
point come.
God's messages are seen coming. The dawn advances
and a jet of moon silently accompanies the procession.
The sea whispers their names at dawn. The high tide the
is depositing one by one, forming piles in
beaches; the entrails moist, the viscera drowned, the
chapped lips.
Contemplate slowly, the next morning, the
hardness of the holder.
The news of a death is never pleasant, but it is much less so when it comes to such a young person. Since Actualidad Literatura we want to send a message from support your family and friends. RIP Nacho Montoto.
Puff, what a pity. As you say at the end, the worst thing about a death is when it is a young person ... All the support and love to the family, who will be having a terrible time.
Nacho has always been a young poet. He even thought he was ten years younger. He was a restless and generous person. Also disturbing poet. He was always coming up with projects. He was a type of person who should not have disappeared for at least 50 years. I do not know his family but I give them a hug. I am an old Cordoba writer who now lives in Jalisco. Antonio Rodtiguez Jimenez.