http://blog.unijimpe.net/rss https://www.bubok.es/ Puedes comprar en nuestra librería todos los libros publicados en Bubok. es info@bubok.com (Bubok Publishing) info@bubok.com (Bubok Publishing) https://www.bubok.es/libros/272244/undressing-myself-to-life-chronicle-of-a-sunsetNew book published with Libros Con Atenea! ???I only want to love and enjoy the ecstasy of life. My life is full of poetry, of liberation and also moments of anguish in which I embrace myself with love.Here I share with you some of the discoveries that supported me to liberate a great part of the suffering I was enduring and to experience a life each time more joyful, loving, and each time in greater peace and trust.This book is not in any order as I don?t have a structured method. My ?method? is my heart. In this book you will find intimate accounts of my life which are about everything that has flourished in the storms of my spirit and where I express myself about those topics that touch and confuse human beings the most.I took the leap to publish texts that I had written on my computer although I still have many texts written by hand that I may publish one day. Those that I share here are the ones of recent years. If I had waited to have material that had, let?s say, ?logical? continuity, I would have never taken the leap and I?m delighted to publish this first book now. https://www.bubok.es/libros/272242/when-evening-falls When evening falls, it is that creative twilight sensation that is born in me, whether the sun sets outside or inside, because for me sunset is an inverted sunrise, a sunrise where the sun rises inwards with its orange-purple sparkles. It is the soft, cool breeze of the new, of love and ecstasy, of electric joy and that inner shiver that paradoxically fills us with warmth.Poetic prose because it is verse dancing in prose and poem because as Jaime Gil de Biedma said "all my life I wanted to be a poet and in reality I wanted to be a poem" and although I feel like a poem that inspires a poetess, I feel like a creation when the shudder of that first word or phrase springs from the soul and guides me towards expression. I sing for flamenco, not for its form but for the mystical heart of the quejío that does not come from a victim but from the "interminable howl that is life" that Goytisolo mentioned, as an eternal song, as a celebration of the supreme beauty of existence.