ZARAGOZA, 10 Mar. (EUROPA PRESS) -
Olija
Victor Castro was awarded the first prize of the twenty-seventh edition of the Poetry Contest City of Zaragoza, which has failed this Thursday, with the show 'Rust'. Mikhail Carlos Lamas 'The song and the rock' and Marian Ramentol with 'incendiary banners on my chest' have won the two runners. Olija receive 6,000 euros for clinching the top prize and Lamas and Ramentol, 2,400 euros each.
As reported by the city of Zaragoza in a statement, a total of 421 works were submitted to the current year, a figure that supports the consolidation of the prize. In addition, proposals have been submitted from all over Spain and also many countries in Latin America, Portugal, USA and some European countries.
The jury failed the award has highlighted the "plurality of voices as diverse and valuable suggestions, which shows that this competition is alive." Jurors also explained that "there were about 15 or 20 works of great quality, but the winner has won the award unanimously by all present."
'Rust' from Granada Olija Victor is a book that makes an intelligent synthesis of the mystical tradition and contemporary languages \u200b\u200bmore furiously. The Mexican Carlos Lamas Mikhail ago in 'The song and the rock' a claim of pre-Socratic philosophical traditions with a voice and input renovators.
Finally, Marian Ramentol presented in 'Incendiary banners on my chest' a vehement and passionate book with a great capacity metaphorical, ie, a proposal transgressive, bold and contemporary.
The three winning authors are young, as the winner with just over 30 years, Carlos Lamas Mikhail Marian Ramentol 28 years and just over 40 years. This feature has influence, as jurors, in receiving proposals surprising and gratifying that support the momentum going through this literary award, in turn, bring prestige to the competition. -------------------------------------------------
------------------------------ Here 's the poem's title winning poems:
INCENDIARY BANNERS IN MY CHEST
Wear chest incendiary placards ready to spit
calligrams of sadness on his lips,
or between the horizon of the eyelid and
thick curtains of the eye, where the rain
live in first person and cold
frequent profiles of a postwar pointed abandoned, with the iris
affected by diseases and detention
poetic lyrics that are no longer able to save.
You need the proclamations of meat, blue
claims, the uprising's underground
blood.
Our century need to carry life inside
crack, confirm the downhills where
escapes white clothes stained hands of a woman
tree.
dishevel need the sky, flying
margin
night and heard her crying, it should open the throat
to listen to the heart
move by the forgetting and meander toward suicide
stars.
bite our skin is the only way back
head light, and our vertebrae
boil on the living arteries the mud.
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