ESSAY on ROBERTO T.SPERONI ROBERTO THEMIS SPERONI is a synonym for a moved voice of poet, who was said to: achieved verse unintentionally plunge into a State of delirium inside. Testify about his personality and his work is being willing to write extensive chapters subject to an exhaustive analysis, because his poetry so requires. Metaphors drawn from the depth of his soul may not crumble easily. It is a plastic of the word, he had in his mind the most extensive palette and achieved - her tones incredible, combining restless words which his mind and his pen were able to capture. Overflowed its time limits.
In the sensitive was exacerbated, achieving linguistic findings with sound to soles or cries of water soaked breeze. A example are these verses taken from the poem his father finish book no. 8: I brought Me to my house, forever herb books, complex scrolls of the air, the glacial sound manuscripts of hail and I have started to read, happy to be so, saving and reapplying knew weaving filigrees through his verses for thoseknowing of their ecstasy and its forms, succeed over time, insist on trying to find the vein that walked her tireless inspiration. It nurtured the immigrant and overturned then the essence of its sieve giving, as a result, beautiful and heartfelt interpretations. History, nature, customs and be, served as home to the evolution of his rich thoughts. Let me add that: as creator links and play ruthlessly to find or glimpse until his own death, topic that deals with subtlety, particularl its intangible reality in many ways: a warm loaf of crickets, sitting among the dead, I have eaten before the eye of the Moon red tourmaline. They were fine the dead, their guitars of frozen milk, their heads notably erect during the night. Next to us, horses desflecaban Cinderella grass, stealth winter stems bent by the weight of the Southeast.
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