It walked slowly, savoring the plot of its new stories, and of already written;it knew where it went. Its clear caution evoked a wise profile deliciously. Medullary writer of diocesan and close histories, suddenly spoke and to his voice era of thunder. Refugee in my delayed fires I devoured the pleasure more in one go to only listen to him for me. As great artist of the brief story was to me too generous and I able was not to remove the sufficient force from my own springs to offer something to him consistent in return. Neither waited for it demanded nor it.
Memory when it spoke to me of the interesting moments of the Spanish poetry, good, as it liked to clarify, to be exact, of the Hispanic poetry, the poetry that uses the Spanish language like vehicle of artistic expression. It said to me that although, for example, surpasses us to France in other cultural scopes, those moments of its personal literary zenith, ” the lyrical finery does not have comparison with the Hispanic, friend Yago”. It considered, also, that in Portugal was also being written very good poetry: ” He is cierto” , it said to me then – and it happens equal today, ” perhaps that this literary sort is not read too much and is because the poetry is exaggerated the use of its minority resources, reason why in numerous occasions and stages it has been constituted in elite culture. Nevertheless, it is possible to be verified that the town mobilizes itself when the poetry counts something, for that reason the romancero is the summit of lyrical espaola”. These and similar things we chatted in a friendly way as if outside most natural of the world, honest with the company of the eternal Antonio Pereira that knew so well to combine its enterprise organization with the letters, those by which really lived until the point, he travelling impenitente, to be attemped (when the custom existed to request the vital activity in the national identity document and hotels) to put poet like profession. Then yes, it professed that, the creation, the art of the narration and the poetry. Antonio Pereira, profession: POET. Besides writing, it liked ” still more; to have escrito”.
But he was continuous ” to count and seguir” and in the same way he was in person. Of rondn, doing Gallic of his cosmopolitismo, even cosmopolitismo diocesan (word that hallucinated to him), the adventurer of amiable histories, so many impregnated times of smooth eroticism, the untiring slowed down creator, disappeared as by enchantment, enchanted to live and to follow. Antonio Pereira follows alive in its Foundation, its books, teaching and the universal decency of the slightest, loving and provincial Literature that a day the readers will read with the new satisfaction who are born after the 2022. It follows alive and shaking from his present dimension.
