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<![CDATA[Thoughts are yours no matter what, no matter when, this can
be appreciated in Don Quixote, but surely enough the spoken
poetry is just a game with words. The language is an
illusory communication device, just because we say orange
doesn't mean that we would be describing its taste, its
weight, it texture, at the beginning we could have change
orange for banana and still orange would have been orange
but with a different name. Spoken poetry is passion, from
Tagore to Borjes, from Becquer to Sabines, it is a human
instinct that few people realized is a gift, but indeed
real. Thus is language, as we say, is real then just as
illusory it is the thoughts (ours) are real and that is why
the derived idea of dualism explore on "El Sur,"
and "Doctor Jeckill and Mr. Hyde." In conclusion the spoken
poetry is just the passion of translating thoughts with
rhyme and verses into the bi-dimensional plane of the sheet
of papers.]]> |
