On April 23 International Day of the Book. Manolo Madrid

On April 23 International Day of the Book. Manolo Madrid

Manolo Madrid is other of our habitual collaborators. Almost from the first numbers its presence has been habitual. Its commitment, its steadfastness, its good literature turns him into one of the most valuable assets of Magazine Atticus. Next Saturday, the 4th of May owing to the Fair of the Book of Valladolid its last book will present Letters to my cousin Andrea. Luis José Cuadrado, publisher of Magazine Atticus will have pleasure in presenting Manolo Madrid. At 1 p.m. in the Assembly room of the building of Multiple Uses of the Square of the Millenium. You are all guests.

I leave one of its works to you:

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To two euros!

To two euros the fans!

And six euros the pants,

clothes sell, books change,

positions filled with old things,

wizened perfumes without born conscience

between screams that announce hats

caps, pennants, low ties

and old umbrellas where they get entangled

so early, in passages and walks,

fragrances of bars and sandwiches,

the fruit baskets beginning to show,

entertained, red watermelon pulp,

melon of Villaconejos, fair-haired peaches,

eggplants spikes: of Almagro its surnames.

 

To two euros the fans!

I have bird-seed for canaries!

Wire jails for goldfinches

and pitfalls for pardales,

also sunflowers engravings

of some quite dear painter,

so that pictures are refilled

and look for shade between poops

the guiris and the gypsies, tide of the people

so mixed, be quiet above, be quiet below,

the imprisoned eyes between beads

showing its self-confidence,

colors that smell on Sundays

between the positions of the track.

 

To two euros the fans!

Three pairs of socks auctioned between screams,

an euro for a garment!,

and listen to patrol to the fund,

between August sunstrokes,

triangulada square, that of Cascorro,

sparkling verbena notes,

authentic chotis: an operetta!,

chulapas of frills, head shawl,

visors of chulapillos of buttoned vest

being waved make happy on the stone pavement,

from the aged hand newborn babies,

after having beaten them in returns and drafts:

capricious furniture: polishing hurdy-gurdy.

 

To two euros the fans!

Pushes and huddles to look at shoes,

what number is the one that it wears?,

they ask you to cheer up

while it indicates someone, between winks

and smiles, the hand that disguises itself

to enter your pocket;

later, careers and chiflos

that they cheer up more the morning,

every minute of the sun happening tighter

loading with bags the people

that walks with lack of appetite,

the mouth full of thirst

to eat soon at home.

 

Manolo Madrid

Magazine Atticus


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On April 23 International Day of the Book. Manolo Madrid | Magazine Atticus

On April 23 International Day of the Book. Manolo Madrid

On April 23 International Day of the Book. Manolo Madrid

Manolo Madrid is other of our habitual collaborators. Almost from the first numbers its presence has been habitual. Its commitment, its steadfastness, its good literature turns him into one of the most valuable assets of Magazine Atticus. Next Saturday, the 4th of May owing to the Fair of the Book of Valladolid its last book will present Letters to my cousin Andrea. Luis José Cuadrado, publisher of Magazine Atticus will have pleasure in presenting Manolo Madrid. At 1 p.m. in the Assembly room of the building of Multiple Uses of the Square of the Millenium. You are all guests.

I leave one of its works to you:

 WDSC_6967

To two euros!

To two euros the fans!

And six euros the pants,

clothes sell, books change,

positions filled with old things,

wizened perfumes without born conscience

between screams that announce hats

caps, pennants, low ties

and old umbrellas where they get entangled

so early, in passages and walks,

fragrances of bars and sandwiches,

the fruit baskets beginning to show,

entertained, red watermelon pulp,

melon of Villaconejos, fair-haired peaches,

eggplants spikes: of Almagro its surnames.

 

To two euros the fans!

I have bird-seed for canaries!

Wire jails for goldfinches

and pitfalls for pardales,

also sunflowers engravings

of some quite dear painter,

so that pictures are refilled

and look for shade between poops

the guiris and the gypsies, tide of the people

so mixed, be quiet above, be quiet below,

the imprisoned eyes between beads

showing its self-confidence,

colors that smell on Sundays

between the positions of the track.

 

To two euros the fans!

Three pairs of socks auctioned between screams,

an euro for a garment!,

and listen to patrol to the fund,

between August sunstrokes,

triangulada square, that of Cascorro,

sparkling verbena notes,

authentic chotis: an operetta!,

chulapas of frills, head shawl,

visors of chulapillos of buttoned vest

being waved make happy on the stone pavement,

from the aged hand newborn babies,

after having beaten them in returns and drafts:

capricious furniture: polishing hurdy-gurdy.

 

To two euros the fans!

Pushes and huddles to look at shoes,

what number is the one that it wears?,

they ask you to cheer up

while it indicates someone, between winks

and smiles, the hand that disguises itself

to enter your pocket;

later, careers and chiflos

that they cheer up more the morning,

every minute of the sun happening tighter

loading with bags the people

that walks with lack of appetite,

the mouth full of thirst

to eat soon at home.

 

Manolo Madrid

Magazine Atticus


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