Hundred of hundred. Something more than ten thousand words.

Hundred of hundred: literature risen up to the potency

Hundred of hundred. Some more ten thousand words. It is the second book of Tomás Prieto Martín. This Sevillian writer, it turns to cross in my way. The spot purple, its first book, was an object of a critique in our Web, one of the first ones, certainly, that we were doing. So I it have a fondness special.

Those whom we do not know much of literature, but we like the reading, we understand that there are texts that are agreeable of reading and that are the proper phrases of the book those that they invite you to keep on reading. Finally, that the reading of this work turns into a pleasure. Of the same form we read texts in which we do not go so far as to advance with the wished rhythm, there is something that confuses us and we do not center on him. The thing like that does not work. Particularly I do not know the reason for which this happens. Perhaps do not have the sufficient grammatical knowledge. But in practice, I know what I like and what not. With Hundred of hundred the reading works. The text is read of agreeable form. Pero Tomás Prieto has curled the curl. He has written a good book in which everything is measured. The book is composed of hundred histories, rather, hundred microrrelatos of hundred words each one. Each of them has the virtue of which nothing is missing and nothing remains (for that one of coming to the goal of hundred). Also there are hundred the second one that are taken in reading, although hundred times are hundred the second ones that you use enjoying each of these small texts. If it is already difficult to write a good text, there are authors who "are" "complicated" and measure its words and nevertheless they obtain a big work. And this is of being grateful. Hundred of hundred will do the delights of those that they like the literature in general and of those who like the genre of the microrrelatos in particular. Hundred of hundred is a compendium of experiences, of feelings, of scraps that Tomás Prieto offers us with a particular mastery. A sample, which in this case, if that belongs to one in hundred:

Extract

My condition, my past, present and future is the solitude. Not a sad and forgotten solitude, but that insufláis, thanks to your memories, happiness, sweet nostalgia and this melancholy brimming with desire for revivirme. This am what you have left when a little or someone they mark your lives. This gesture, this word, this day, this kiss, this smell, this scene, that dinner, this caress, this song, this gift, this hug … finally that. That, that you never forget in a lot of time that it spends. I am the mother of this good wine, which lasts in the cask hoping to be savoured again by you.

As a wink that there does to us its author, the penultimate one of it, which goes for title Xenofobía, makes it unfinished, he lacks ten words and it seems to be an invitation to interact with the author and to capture these ten words, so that it is the reader, the dear reader that they reach the work.

To do to us with a copy it is necessary to have patience and to entrust it in our habitual bookstore or to entrust it in the following direction:

http://www.artgerust.com /

Title: Hundred of hundred. Something more than ten thousand words.

Genre: Literature

Subject-matter: Self-help

Idioma/s: Spanish

Format: 150 X 210mm, 120 págs.

Publishing house: www.artgerust.com

I boast: 12,80 euros.

Or in the bookstore DOG LLOBET of Barbera of the Vales (Barcelona) Tlf.937292127

On The spot purple left to you the comment of its first work:

http://revistaatticus.es / 2010/02/01/escribir-cuesta-trabajo

Luisjo


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Hundred of hundred. Something more than ten thousand words.

Hundred of hundred: literature risen up to the potency

Hundred of hundred. Some more ten thousand words. It is the second book of Tomás Prieto Martín. This Sevillian writer, it turns to cross in my way. The spot purple, its first book, was an object of a critique in our Web, one of the first ones, certainly, that we were doing. So I it have a fondness special.

Those whom we do not know much of literature, but we like the reading, we understand that there are texts that are agreeable of reading and that are the proper phrases of the book those that they invite you to keep on reading. Finally, that the reading of this work turns into a pleasure. Of the same form we read texts in which we do not go so far as to advance with the wished rhythm, there is something that confuses us and we do not center on him. The thing like that does not work. Particularly I do not know the reason for which this happens. Perhaps do not have the sufficient grammatical knowledge. But in practice, I know what I like and what not. With Hundred of hundred the reading works. The text is read of agreeable form. Pero Tomás Prieto has curled the curl. He has written a good book in which everything is measured. The book is composed of hundred histories, rather, hundred microrrelatos of hundred words each one. Each of them has the virtue of which nothing is missing and nothing remains (for that one of coming to the goal of hundred). Also there are hundred the second one that are taken in reading, although hundred times are hundred the second ones that you use enjoying each of these small texts. If it is already difficult to write a good text, there are authors who "are" "complicated" and measure its words and nevertheless they obtain a big work. And this is of being grateful. Hundred of hundred will do the delights of those that they like the literature in general and of those who like the genre of the microrrelatos in particular. Hundred of hundred is a compendium of experiences, of feelings, of scraps that Tomás Prieto offers us with a particular mastery. A sample, which in this case, if that belongs to one in hundred:

Extract

My condition, my past, present and future is the solitude. Not a sad and forgotten solitude, but that insufláis, thanks to your memories, happiness, sweet nostalgia and this melancholy brimming with desire for revivirme. This am what you have left when a little or someone they mark your lives. This gesture, this word, this day, this kiss, this smell, this scene, that dinner, this caress, this song, this gift, this hug … finally that. That, that you never forget in a lot of time that it spends. I am the mother of this good wine, which lasts in the cask hoping to be savoured again by you.

As a wink that there does to us its author, the penultimate one of it, which goes for title Xenofobía, makes it unfinished, he lacks ten words and it seems to be an invitation to interact with the author and to capture these ten words, so that it is the reader, the dear reader that they reach the work.

To do to us with a copy it is necessary to have patience and to entrust it in our habitual bookstore or to entrust it in the following direction:

http://www.artgerust.com /

Title: Hundred of hundred. Something more than ten thousand words.

Genre: Literature

Subject-matter: Self-help

Idioma/s: Spanish

Format: 150 X 210mm, 120 págs.

Publishing house: www.artgerust.com

I boast: 12,80 euros.

Or in the bookstore DOG LLOBET of Barbera of the Vales (Barcelona) Tlf.937292127

On The spot purple left to you the comment of its first work:

http://revistaatticus.es / 2010/02/01/escribir-cuesta-trabajo

Luisjo


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