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na Villa Fernando Beltran called

When the line is night, and Fernando

room Beltran, Where no one calls me (Poetry from 1980 to 2010) , Hyperion, Madrid, 376 pp., 2011

are everywhere. Accusing finger at those who destroy the language. They say the tongue is dirty, damaged. They are everywhere to talk about an epidemic that does not clearly understand, and yet they are the ones that wear a lot of words. Using them without understanding them. Tired, not let them be. The only way to conceive a fellowship a pity way, a room with no more room . Therefore, this chewing without feeling and the noise of absurd claims, are much needed books like Where nobody calls me, the volume containing the poetry of Fernando Beltran.

The language in the poetry of Beltran is a map indiscreet. Appears for the corner we thought we knew and intrudes, stir and we discover latent meanings were not looking. A glass of wine / just sustained / sed by a thread, / / \u200b\u200bso love. And so the verse of Fernando Beltran, in the night, in addition to living, inhabited. As an alternative reality, with a denser time, are the poems of Bar Inside , first published in The Drunken Boat an issue accompanied by illustrations different artists and now back to the book open bar where no one calls me . The night walks, as he opens this anthology by Neruda, "so much love and walk out books."

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