For a Sevillian, like me, to have read the verses: Go light to shine your day and drink sun juice rugose orange of gold couplets minstrelsy where dwells a tuberose and vague blade star in the cloud a face of light of secret gesture the fresh mouth of polished fruit spanish pledge of the cypress sleepy blow whimper in my ear and I hear its blue width the majos reefs courting blonde riverbanks of Andalusian soul, they stamped my Andalusian soul in my heart, and I asked with shout gypsy the opportunity to make the prologue of this book of poems that has stamped the essence of Andalusian in the most beautiful words within unbeatable metaphors.When I discover good horizons in Germany, I only return to my land to enjoy it in the company of everything that overwhelms me to take it far away. Someone who was unborn there and rings the most sensitive filaments of a place, he is the true bard that only requires the inspiration of the beautiful thing that there is, although very far, to create the verses that soon you will read.That museum to heaven, my land, in perpetual romance with the sun, where the dream city of Rainer María Rilke exists, now has its bard. Because, as he says in his poems: A portion of Seville is a flash of the sunshine in the pupil of God she was born in parchment of cante jondo flax silent spinning and made pale and tonal tunic to cover the maja night bell tolls with a silver thimble jauntiness guitar and the Cádiz woman turns her rociera skirt from a high waistline lunar and satin edging of white coral . If the place where you were born is created by similar verses, and still more if you live very far away, you will deepen a feeling of sublimation and nostalgia. And although it is not yours, the place evoked with this magnificence, without taking off one foot, will travel and happy place will moreover be yours and your memory because one remembers in words more than images. The words instantly make us full of indelible images.I can already face the one we fear the most, and it is from the verses' inspiration of the present book for life, then you, like me, will say: Life take away my death before than life fulfill me of pitfalls if I do art with it of my walk . Because I confirmed that there is only one footprint on top of others my footprints someone erased them and I still do not take a single step . I will forget about mine, but never about these verses.García Lorca wrote "Andalucía is incredible; East without poison; West without action." I do not understand it at all, but very repeated in my childhood, and the verses of this book in relation to the deleterious of the gaditana, I open a light of that poison for enemies or for the lover who deceives the gypsy garb. Although it is rather the infusion prepared for so many centuries for the rapture that ecstatic to never give up.When I find myself in some dark moment, I remember the verses of the poems in your hands and that shadows flee when it hears me a lecture: Where do you go light? and you do not light my way you went with the wink of the gypsy .I also knew that each one carried an imaginary diamond ready to shine in difficult moments: A diamond emanates from sonorous and slow singing seguiriyas with a hellenic odor martinetes of resounding voice rapier toledano de serrana . And already my walk is, just as the poet makes an elegy: Lying at the passage of the Gaditanum the straits of Cadiz vanquished the columns of Heracles with a distant lyricism of the even more defeated al-Ándalus . I, nevermore defeated, only in love with life and life begin for one in the place where saw us born: the poet is born from his verses and is then the only one capable of reborn himself.Book one of the series EspañolíasAntonio García Terrés