write these lines in tears, listening to an album of Enrique Morente. I have this the last time I heard him live at Casa de America, a few months ago, in October 2010, closing the Festival Poets per km 2.
can not forget her voice, festive and rebellious hair genius in love with art, life and poetry. Between singing and singing, and laughter was leaving stars, comments that made him an accomplice to an audience happy encounter may not recur.
On the same stage where we read the poems in the book The Republic of Imagination in the gloom of the room lit by his voice, took us to the dark streets of Granada, the eternal lament of flamenco that was his homeland and letters of the authors he admired. I was happy in the meantime book of poetry and poet as per kilometer.
I know this blog is dedicated to poetry. Perhaps rather than obituaries. But you have to acknowledge the orphans of poetry, because we lost a player in love with the verses. A man who gave voice to Miguel Hernández, San Juan de la Cruz, the brothers Machado, Rafael Alberti, García Lorca, Nicolás Guillén and Arab poets such as Ibn Hazd, among others.
We have lost his voice, his wisdom, his simplicity, his audacity, his way of living and being in the world ... We will miss the clarity of Enrique Morente. Then
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