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750 days after Al Berto: Fear

Original language: Portuguese
Original title: O medo
Year: 1987 -
Rating: Highly Recommended

Al Berto is the pseudonym (just fortunate for my taste: think of the name of a rapper or a Big Brother contestant) of a great Portuguese poet of the second half of the twentieth century, real name Pidwell Alberto Raposo Tavares. addition of a major poetic work, Al Berto is also the author of several books of prose, a theater, a libretto opera, a book of photography and a "false autobiography."

But without doubt, the fundamental book that summarizes their efforts and insights of poetry, is Fear, practically a Works or poetic Summa originally compiled in 1987, but expanded over the years, even after poet's death. That is, something like the Antolojías (sic) by Juan Ramon, or Leaves of Grass Walt Whitman (and also recalls times in those chapters that have a diary, the Book of Disquiet Pessoa, but not by heteronym of medium): it is ultimately an open work constantly under construction, in constant evolution that summarizes the essentials of his poetic career for over twenty years.

So Fear is not a book to read followed from beginning to end (probably a book of poetry is), but to be on the bedside table or library, and approach him from time to time, waiting to be caught by surprise and leaving style, relatively simple and understandable, but certainly poetic, the author.

Thus, one may encounter with things such as the "Office of love" (I put it in Portuguese original, creo bien quite understand it):

ja not need you

have the company of animals and night fever

got sick of grain cities built on the principle of other galaxies, and remorse

one day I sensed a stellar music rocks, abandoned myself to silence

this love is very slow progress with the heartbeat

not, do not need me anymore

I have boundless spaces of the disease

and the secret wells of nomads

ascend to full knowledge of my desert

stopped being available, forgive me if

cultivation regularly miss my own body

The

this "Scrap"

The uve me

you that the day is clear and

each corner light you can collect

enough food to your death

goes where nobody can talk

or recognized by this field will

of extinct craters - going through that door

water as large as the night

leaves of the tree cover you Cassiopea

wild oats and that acid rusted

rise up in the giddiness of the flight - leaves

that autumn brings the birds and the bees

to spend the night in the sweetness

brief of your heart - hear me

the day you are clean

and beyond the skin builds arch salt

the eternal abode - that sea which shall flee

the ethereal visitor tonight

not forget the ship loaded with fires

desires into dust - do not forget the gold

ivory - the sixty pills lethal

for breakfast

[Leo en Internet que la versión en español es published to Select una incomplete, that s something comprensible (la tiene más original work of 600 pages) but it is a pity]