Yes, you read poetry. From classics to new generations and new talents discovered in a thousand and one ways. Because now there are media in unlimited expansion. There are social media through a screen. And it is that now you only need a phrase from an inspired moment or one of those media hits that elevates you to the heavens.
Today I talk about those new names and talents who have obtained that exaltation or are in it. They are from these generations of a world that is too fast-paced, but in which you can make a hole with the click of that inspired verse. Take a look.
With a cassette and a bic pen - Offreds
Offreds, or José Á. Gomez Iglesias, is that normal young man from Vigo that one day se starts writing on the networks and finds success. But his case is not the only one, because these are the communication channel with the greatest quarry for these young values that they manage to connect with thousands of followers.
This collection of poems is the last of others that include up to a compilation volume. He continues to collect poems and poetic prose, in the same vein as those previously published. Its content? The one that has been enthusing its readers: everyday life, passion, heartbreak, friendship, sadness, childhood, hope for a better world and, above all, the belief that love can do anything.
Even if you uncover me
What I like the most about you is that you never give up. It is not something I say just to say, it shows. Every time storms of fear came, you extinguished them with your laughter, with your strength, with your desire. There was nothing, but even so, you quenched the fear. And look, they haven't made it easy for you. Another person in your place would be lost in the middle of the Sahara. But you hold on. That is not for not trying. You always comply that they expect something from you, and if not, too. You do not need to be aware of the mobile, or of anyone's life to show that you are comfortable. Yes, the exact opposite of most. One day you disappear to get lost with the car for God knows where and the next you appear smiling again like the day you were born. You like to enjoy things to the fullest. The little details that nobody finds. So many that some you never tell anyone.
Your side of the couch - Patricia Benito
The same has happened to Patricia Benito, who after the success of his first collection of poems, First of a poet, come back with a second. This Canarian poet from Las Palmas made a qualitative leap from a casino in Barcelona working as a dealer to a literary phenomenon of the verse dedicated to the magic of everyday life, or that little place we have in the world. And he also started self-publishing.
It turns out that I am strong. Surely the same as before, only now I do know.
«I learn a lot from the people who
surrounds.
Some teach me how to do it;
others, where I want to go ».
That shore of ours - Elvira Sastre
Elvira Sastre is other relevant name among this increasingly long plethora of new values of national poetry. Born in Segovia in 1992, this is already his fifth book y prepares his first novel. With great success in Mexico and Argentina, in this new collection of poems he continues to reveal his inner world and its most intimate experiences.
I felt the roots squeezing my ankles. You don't stop waiting because you get tired, you stop waiting because the noise on the other side stops and the roots dry up.
Love is like dancing: to know how to do it you have to start out as two and end as just one.
Ataraxia of the heart - Sara Owl
Born in The Concepción line in 1991, Sara Búho shared her texts in her blog and on social networks from the age of 15. So there it also got the attention of many readers. Her style has been compared to that of Elvira Sastre. And his themes also deal with similar issues.
{…} You arrive and make me realize that love is like Peter Pan's fairies, that they only die when you don't believe in them. By connecting your wound with mine, you arrive and become the first person capable of talking about peace without mentioning war. {…}Suddenly you arrive with your army of silences, but this time they are not coming to fight; Like a four-leaf clover in the middle of the desert, you do not save but you give hope.
Brandon's Souls - Cesar Brandon
El media phenomenon of the moment, this social educator based in Grenada and born in Malabo en 1993, is that example, once again, of how a TV program of talents, true talents can indeed be discovered. The extraordinary thing: that it was in an art as little to say spectacular as poetry.
This collection of poems collects short stories, short stories and poems of all kinds that deal with love, loneliness, forgetfulness, pain, joy, happiness, life and death.
Article 5
Be like Monday, because on Monday, fed up with being hated, he learned to love himself.
Article 6
All people can fall in love as many times as they want. However, they have no right to blame love if love does not want to fall in love as many times as they want.
And then there are those poets who still ...
They are in a state of anonymity that can change at any time. That they have also self-published and post their verses on the networks with, more and more followers. For having them very close, let's go, in the neighborhood of my house Royal Site of Aranjuez, and having known and read them, my reference cannot be better.
So there go the titles of Pedro Arévalo, a riverside poet with the name of my grandfather, data without a doubt that it is a sign of quality. And of Rocío Cruz, a Linarian who has also drawn her heart from the river. The two, harvest of 79, one day crossed their stories and their verses on the Internet, which brought them together in a common poem that complements each other at the stroke of emotion, intensity and feelings worth discovering.
From the suture to my wings - Pedro Arevalo
From the suture to my wings, is his first collection of poems. 130 pages describing how "Full of life, options, mistakes made and lessons learned". Already prepare a second edition and a new one that promises even more than in the first where love, lack of love, desire, pain and the rebirth of those feelings are intermingled in three different parts but with the same viscera wide open.
Damn pride
I wake up in a bed that I don't know
the wrinkles in the sheets don't smell like you,
But you keep on haunting my head
there are still remains of you on my skin,
maybe I am a slave to madness
that your damn pride left in its wake. […]
Love me slowly because I don't have (p) laugh - Rocío Cruz
And about Rocío Cruz I can only say that she already has one third edition of this collection of poems, a authentic feast of very fresh word games and verses, with touches of gregarious in small sentences and dialogues that divide the three parts of a book illustrated by the author herself.
The difficult, the impossible, the unthinkable
The difficult thing is not to become a memory,
the difficult thing is to remember that I must do it,
the impossible is not to maintain the distance between two bodies,
the impossible is that my heart and my head
stay apart,
the unthinkable is not to think if I miss you,
The unthinkable is not missing you when I think of you.