Wednesday, 20 November 2019 22:27
A Great Poet Died: Tony
I didn't like to write these lines, but I couldn't abstain. It is my duty as a journalist, but the poet who lives in me is crying. A great poet, Antonio (Tony) Borrego, has died, but also a friend, a good man. I read his verses to imagine him close and not believe in the dark evidence of his departure at 57 years of age. His own stroke reflects my sorrow, that of so many: "On the sick hand of destiny, / on the eternity of words, / on the inertia that hindered the future / the blood of your absence became a lake (Tony's book Memory attic).
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