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Dreams on Fire / Sueño en el fuego
PAPERBACK AND EBOOK Edition
"Dreams on Fire/Sueño en el fuego." Duque Amusco's poetry touches on themes of love, loss, and the human condition, and his style is characterized by vivid and evocative language. Through his work, Duque Amusco reflects on the universal struggles of life and speaks to the human experience in a way that is both profound and relatable. Overall, Duque Amusco's poetry is a beautiful and moving exploration of the human spirit, and his work is definitely worth exploring for anyone interested in contemporary Spanish poetry.
Alejandro Duque Amusco
Alejandro Duque Amusco, a Sevillian living in Barcelona, was born on November 2, 1949. From his first book of poems, Esencias de los días (1976), he showed a predilection for refined and sensory expression. In the long journey that his poetry has followed, guided by the desire for a balance between beauty and experience, emotion and truth. Duque Amusco considers that the first objective when writing is to delve into our spirit, close wounds, appease obsessions and thus obtain an inner liberation with which to rediscover happiness and balance.
From him is this aphorism: “Suffering is the great alibi of poets; They still don't know that poetry requires at least one afternoon of happiness”.
A lawyer by profession and a dancer and choreographer by avocation, proposed working on poetry for her MA thesis at Loyola University Chicago. This bilingual edition of the poetry of Alejandro Duque Amusco is a lasting proof of her talent and a profound understanding of Duque Amusco's esthetics. Join us in celebrating her life and work.
By Tem Horwitz
It was perfectly clear to me what was happening. I was dying. Yet at the time of my death, there was no fear, no struggling, no desperation, no confusion, and no bewilderment. Yet as I sit here reading my wife’s account of my death I am filled with terror. In the middle of the night, during the Labor Day weekend, I went into anaphylactic shock.