Other: since we are I would like to hear the sound of the look of your eyes. Master of the compliment thanks to its poetic value, not only because he moved the verse to everyday life, does not value in the sense of valuable, but brave, the mausoleum of the cult. The poetry of Cortijo is precisely which has created in real life. That’s what shakes his lyricism. It is what turns him into an animal of poetry. His verses are pure instinct of the soul, it is intuition.
When he recites his poetic creations with force close your eyes. To remember? It is not, to see inside, to look at the source of his poems. Take out his being in every word, lee inside if same: A dry river water now crystal clear. Your course will reach the mouth between meadows and bushes. In the Cafetin saw a young girl. He approached her, impressed by its beauty.
Said you I’m Antonio. She answered him: and I Elena. From five in the evening at ten o’clock they stopped not talk. Recalls that she told him these words: If we were to a place only with beauty, you’d be the most beautiful. He dedicated a poem that first balbuceo to his living Muse. He dedicated the poem the blonde in the cafeteria. Not he saw her again until twenty years later. It was she who reminded him that living poetry of real poetry event. She had gone to Switzerland and then to the Canary Islands. Looking at her face he dedicated a poem in a photo, so that she would have a memory of an unusual being: write a poem as beautiful as this landscape, you. Where is this poem? In the heart of Cortijo, but poetry remains in his gesture on his poetic epic. When some sarcastically have asked me style cultivated Cortijo, the answer is clear: his style is Live poetry.
