ANTONIO IBIZA AND FOOTHILLS

Two years ago, around these dates, The writer Antonio Colinas He returned to Ibiza to receive tribute after having won the prestigious Reina Sofía Award for Ibero-American Poetry. This award granted by the National Heritage and the University of Salamanca recognizes the compendium of the work of a living author who has enhanced the Ibero-American cultural heritage. Nothing less! In Ibiza Editions / Aïllades Editions we had not published anything about Antonio Colinas so now is a good time to remember (which means go back through the heart) to an admirable writer who wrote for two decades in Ibizan lands.

Antonio Colinas in Ibiza

Antonio Colinas was born in La Bañeza (Lion) en 1946. Of office poet, storyteller, journalist, Literary critic, essayist and translator. His work reflects a deep sense of universality without forgetting his homeland.

During 21 years lived in the grande of the Pitiusas, BETWEEN 1977 y 1998. Antonio Colinas devoted himself entirely to writing and translating. Much of his literary work was created on this island of mountains and mountains., as "Towards the infinite shipwreck". Considered the best biography in Spain of Giacomo Leopardi, 19th century Italian poet, recognized as one of the great classics of universal poetry, who died young of a slow and passionate disease. Or his two "Treaties of Harmony" (that just because of the title you want to read them).

Works by Antonio Colinas

Among his poetic works are:

*Preludes to a total night, 1968.

* Grave in Tarquinia, 1975.

*Astrolabe, 1979.

*Night beyond night, 1983.

*Orpheus Garden, 1989.

Also author of novels:

*A year in the South, 1985.

*Large card to Francesca, 1986.

*Rafael Alberti in Ibiza, 1995.

*The Book of Meekness, 1997.

FAITH OF LIFE

And as you already know that we love sharing fragments of literature, this time we leave you part of the poem Fe De Vida de Antonio Colinas.

"Wait by this sea (where ideas were born)

without any idea. (And so have them all).

Just be the breeze in the crown of the big pine,

the aroma of orange blossom, orchid night

in the forgotten coves.

 

Just stay watching the bird go by

and it doesn't come back; stay

waiting for the yellow sky

burn and wipe off lightning

that will come jumping from one island to another island.

Or contemplate the white cloud

what, being nothing, seems to be happy.

Floating and going from here to there,

on the waves that pass,

like a lost oar.

The following, like dolphins,

the direction of a sentenced time.

….

….

Be like olive tree or pond.

Someone hold me like a handful of salt.

O of light.

Close your eyes in the silence of the aroma

so that the heart can finally see.

Close your eyes so that love grows in me.

Let me share the silence

and the solitude of the porches,

open door hospitality; let me

with the full moon of the nightingales of June,

that keep the trembling of the water in the last sources.

Leave me with the freedom that is lost

on the lips of a woman. ”

 

 

READING IS: A PERMANENT CREATION ACT.

María VR

 

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