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    Mio petit languaje
    Mio petit languaje
    Mio petit languaje
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    Mio petit languaje

    By Ana Hernández Vila

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    "Mio petit languaje" es una obra de poesía íntima y libre, escrita en el idioma que ha querido ser escrita.
    Porque ni suena ni siente lo mismo una pasión en español o una picardía en francés o un taconeo en italiano. Chaque poésie existe dans sa propre forme, qui n'appartient qu'à elle. Un rythme. Un clin d'oeil. Une grimace. Son raras como las personas. Ognuna è un mondo diverso di storie e di fiabe, di gioia e paura, e poi tanti colori, anzi voci a colori! Es inmenso.

    Yo he querido dibujar estas poesías, con las palabras más justas. He abierto las formas, las mías.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAna Hernández Vila
    Release dateSep 26, 2016
    ISBN9781370161409
    Mio petit languaje
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    Ana Hernández Vila

    Mofred es mi palco escénico, mi alma salvaje, el lugar donde soy, siento, duermo, sueño. Es el tiempo aparte donde me encuentro y me muevo. Es el silencio del telón que se aparta cuando los ojos se abren, la historia vive y se comparte en secreto. Todos esperan atentos, mis versos también.Mofred es yo, yo soy Mofred. Salió de mí un día para salvarme de un profesor al que le gustaba romper mis poemas antes de leerlos. Ese día firmé : Mofred.Me salvé.

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      Mio petit languaje - Ana Hernández Vila

      Mio petit languaje

      By mofred - Ana Hernández Vila

      Copyright 2016 Ana Hernández Vila, Mofred

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      Obras de la misma autora

      Mi obra es libre

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      mio petit languaje

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      * à bâtons rompus * a don Antonio, poeta * chagrin de mer * chut *

      * cuando el libro cae * de blanco y carmín * dédoublement * des arbres *

      * escritura de noche * esperanza * esta mañana te he visto * gioventù *

      * je m’engoule vois-tu * là au fond * la douce chauve-souris *

      * le blason virelangue langué de gueule * mi viaje hacia ti * nell’ombra *

      * no tienen nombre no tienen piel * perder el rumbo *

      * postales de madame Primavera * quelle

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