Most of the time, we don’t realize how lucky we are with the life we live. We wander through ideas to try to change our course. Many people who call themselves “experts” fill us with messages like “you should get out of your comfort zone” or “it’s good to take risks”. Various crises have led us to affirm that changes are not always for the better, and we have also learned to appreciate how little or how much we have, because indeed, an orderly life is a gift, whether it is more or less. . We should be grateful, everyday life is often a blessing.
Published by the Círculo Rojo publishing house with a foreword by Fernando Mañogil, a sin-free book by María Lorenzo is a collection of poems that, from my point of view, are a letter of thanks not only to the people, but also to life itself. . His poetry collection opens with a poem titled I drank his days in clear tribute to his mother: “I hurriedly open the door and ask my mother for her car, mine is in the workshop. I don’t ask her, I demand, she tells me to take care, and I tell her / in the unpleasant tone of eighteen spring: /-yes, heavy. // With the tone of twenty because I’m older, I still / believe in slave”. María Lorenzo reveals her soul in every text. No artificiality is used in these discursive poems. Fireworks don’t go off, just María shows us her fears, her mistakes, her regret. Guilt is there as the engine of everything. The summary of the book shows this: “The mind that opens to a new idea never returns to its original size,” said Cervantes. And Sin This is how sin presents a new idea of life and love, taken from different perspectives. An open love that reaches eroticism and can sometimes lead to perversion or sin in those who decide to use the stones on the board. As an example of sensitivity and devotion, with a book with a different theme, which achieves salvation We are faced with; reading these verses means that poetry, our fears, and of course, if they produce beauty, if they are nurtured with truth and passion, ultimately it shows that it is a form of expression that allows us to overcome our not-so-bad sins. Look at them through the prism of poetry.
María Lorenzo’s poetry is full of love songs. Because love, that universal feeling, is what arms almost all, if not all, poetry. A clear example of this I am talking about is the poem entitled The Story of a Connection: «The other day I read a sentence saying ‘it’s not her / mine, I’m not hers, it is ours / temporary’; we are a voluntary loan of moments that may last a lifetime / will not be forgotten». Perhaps the main motif underlying the subtext is the Latin phrase carpe diem. Maria tells us to take advantage of every second.
Born in Almoradí in 1983, María Lorenzo holds a Diploma in Advertising and Public Relations and a Diploma in Foreign Language Teaching from the University of Alicante. She is a PhD student in Social Welfare and Inequalities. Literary lover and Vega Bathing on the shores of Baja, the Mediterranean, a place where she walks at dawn and dusk, defines every day of her life. His love for poetry was no more than seven years old, winning competitions held since his school days, then flickering in front of the spotlight. Member of the Amarión de Almoradí Theater troupe, which won the Valencia Ensemble Award for Amateur Theater in the 2012/2013 season. Passionate about sports and music, currently an English teacher, she doesn’t know exactly what’s next because her desire to travel to South Africa as a teacher sparked her desire, but “some lives are said to be linked by an ancestral call that has echoed through the years.” time tied together… some call it fate», so, by the way, using the red thread theory seems like a very good option.
We are in front of a brave poet. A woman with clear ideas who captured them on paper. For him, love (no matter what kind) is his engine. For without love we are dead, or perhaps less alive, as in any of Shakespeare’s tragedies, or in texts that are our own and also universal, like the Bodas de sangre or La Celestina. María says this already in the last lines of her poetry collection: «You will return as you said / that you swore to wait for me beyond death».