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Path to death. Remember
. We killed so many flowers.
We all hope fade.
The eternity of love was a clear cry.
Now approaching his death.
Sadness is a safe company
happy and quiet.
2 trees Ah
your black eyes.
At sea on the tops
in the houses of silence
entered in search of its thickness.
3
ascend. Arrived.
I return to the stations.
Now my nature is a field broken
absurd and serene
where your name is tree.
4
Every evening around 6
is a sparrow on the door of my house.
I give a few crumbs of bread.
He gives four or five jumps
gurgles a bit and leaves.
When I return to the poem I noticed light brown feathered
.
sleep with one eye open.
There are days when nothing else happens. 5
This afternoon I write poetry
2 liters of drinking water. Salgo
and is a dog.
Me sniffing, wagging his tail and
wetting my shoes.
I'm a tree. Finally
.
By Leo Lobos
Path to death. Remember
. We killed so many flowers.
We all hope fade.
The eternity of love was a clear cry.
Now approaching his death.
Sadness is a safe company
happy and quiet.
2 trees Ah
your black eyes.
At sea on the tops
in the houses of silence
entered in search of its thickness.
3
ascend. Arrived.
I return to the stations.
Now my nature is a field broken
absurd and serene
where your name is tree.
4
Every evening around 6
is a sparrow on the door of my house.
I give a few crumbs of bread.
He gives four or five jumps
gurgles a bit and leaves.
When I return to the poem I noticed light brown feathered
.
sleep with one eye open.
There are days when nothing else happens. 5
This afternoon I write poetry
2 liters of drinking water. Salgo
and is a dog.
Me sniffing, wagging his tail and
wetting my shoes.
I'm a tree. Finally
.
Notes, selection and feedback
By Leo Lobos
poem editing Note 1: "When the American writer Ray Bradbury wrote in 1953 Fahrenheit 451 (novel into a movie years later by Francois Truffaut) no idea how close we find its dystopia fifty years later: A world where thinking is the enemy of happiness imposed on all citizens, of a happiness that comes from eating and leisure, which leads to confinement and isolation between members of one family, a happiness that makes us all strangers. It is a society that promotes and rewards the easy entertainment before the development of imagination, voracious consumerism before observation. Thus, the twenty-first century man wants to buy their happiness, their sons live hooked to video games, silly contests, and television series, it's all publicity, all consumption, and to achieve this happiness friends, you have to run and how ... " So begins the presentation of J. Jorge Espina book Poems and rain forest Antonio Rigo and these words are dated in Palma de Mallorca, Spain in August 2008.
poem editing Note 2: AND J. Jorge Espina says further: "In this world of madness comes not as a fireman in Fahrenheit but a man covered in fat. In its first mutation Antonio Rigo becomes a lyric poet-mechanic and the book Poems of the industrial cause a stir in the literary world. Referring to this book, the beat poet Gary Snyder says that his poems are full of strength and go beyond the easy categories, adding that whether attempted a reconciliation with the physical world from the side of nature and from the side of our daily life in the real world, in both cases is a step toward sanity, and reconciliation. Looking for that sanity Antonio Rigo left the industrial estate. "
poem editing Note 3: Following the advice of his friend the writer and translator Lucia Graves, daughter of the outstanding English poet and novelist Robert Graves, Antonio Rigo is thrown over the cliff. Decides to change his life poetic to say Goodbye to all that and live in constant dialogue with the Muse: call it woman, moon, forest, or simply pure. Two years after writing the poems of the polygon as Trancelike writes this book: Poems rain forest and that remain hidden for 11 years while writing and publishing, among others: Poems airport, which will days and fog radio and, later, Bread oil and other poems. Works displayed in the short poems agile and precise lines reminiscent of Eastern poetic tradition present in all the work of Antonio Rigo. The longer poems are full of those flashes of revelation to which Joyce called epiphanies, also full of parallels between human life, animal and vegetal.
Note editing poem 4: J. Jorge Espina in the presentation of these poems by Antonio Rigo concludes that this book talks about the slow transformation of a man growing tree and poetry as naturally growing plant with flowers, this requires thinking like a tree , feeling like a tree, to love as a tree or a wet animal at night. Antonio Rigo is a forest that grows and cattle yards on the city.
poem editing Note 5: "The mountain remains the same. / Other arms around your body. / And the mountain is igual. / Another tongue licks your chest. / And the mountain remains the same. / Another man dies within. / And the mountain remains the same. " Antonio Rigo was born in Palma de Mallorca, Spain in April 1957. "I do not know how to draw the loneliness in this heaven that you left me, I like the style, short verse, and content. But I've been wanting to read more, see more of Antonio Rigo., I hope you do too.
Santiago de Chile. April 2009
literature director art director Vejar FRANCISCO LEO LOBOS 
