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Helmut Dorner
The Walk
You, beautiful forests
painted on the green slope,
where I walk sometimes
compensated with sweet peace
for every thorn in my heart,
how sombre for me is the sense,
for art and sense were Pain,
from the beginning.
Sweet images of the valley,
such as gardens and tree
and the path, too, narrow,
the stream barely visible,
how beautiful it shines for someone,
in the clear distance,
the great image of the landscape
I visit, on the auspicious days!
Divinity, friendly,
does not primarily escort
with blue; then with clouds
disposed, vaulted and grey,
with ardent flashes
and the heavy sound of thunder,
with the charm of the landscape,
with beauty, streaming forth
from the fountain of the ancient,
from the primitive image.
(From the Galeria Miquel Alzueta Spanish translation of the original German text)
Fernando García
The tragic and the comic alternate here.
It is to be feared, and a coincidence may be apparent in admitting it, that in
Anguiano there is something not really European, something that may not even
be due to an Arab influence, something older.
Anguiano smells of a fall. Saving the glass from the floor as the plastic bag yet
touched the ground (I think we would never realize this with our eyes closed), the
wooden stake that serves as a base beats firm before or after, I have my doubts
the peeled tied sticks. And it rings out like an Art Blakey finish.
And back to the structure of comedy: the purpose of this whole scene is to
introduce us to the main characters and the conflict in which they live.
Mayte Vieta
Invisible, it has the virtue of surprising, it appears when you least expect
it, it incubates like the little buds of spring, like the wet smell of dew, it
bursts in just an instant, it evokes past times, faraway places, the reunion
with a loved one, absences, little particles in the air, it transports us back in
time, unpredictable.
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