Roberto Sosa forever

by: Maria de los Angeles Vega Polo.

Met today with deep sadness the death in the morning, of this extraordinary poet who is Roberto Sosa, National Poet of Honduras, man of absolute authenticity, also cast his lot, with the poor of the earth and used to be an unconditional friend of Cuba and its Revolution.

I had the privilege of meeting you in May 2007, Havana when he participated in one of the editions of the International Poetry Festival, That friendship was cemented during the days that passed between us in February This Year, to participate in poetry readings Voices against nuclear war, organized by himself and Poetry Festival developed in the framework of the International Book Fair of Havana..
They were days when I had it very close to,, Fortunately I had been assigned to serve as companion that poet who had learned to admire immensely since my early teens, following have been published in Cuba Un for all the world divided, poems that had been raised with the Literary Award Casa de las Americas in the year 1971 and allowed readers to meet a Cuban poet who, saying his critics, had not known since Antonio Machado César Vallejo.

A prize awarded by a jury that consisted of Eliseo Diego, Gonzalo Guevara and Pablo Rojas, who in the act, signed: L_a reading of this book- like all genuine poetry - requires extreme care in the poetic image is achieved from an internalized and totaled Reflection, without any kind of verbal excess, mechanisms almost imperceptible high-efficiency, to be discovering._

This poetry is sometimes plays on the edge of the conceptual, schematic is saved from certain proportion formalism which holds between irony and enigma, What characterizes a great parte of poetry today..

And that was the poet before me, who accompanied him for almost a fortnight in his visits to the Writers’ Union, in the House of Alba, the cabin, Headquarters of the Activities of the Book Fair,, Memorial Jose Marti Revolution Square,, but also visits to the doctor for relief from the ailments of a body with clarity and elegance exceeded 80 age.

During these hours we talked over shared his poetry, his beloved Honduras, the meeting that had to sustain with Fidel and both had moved. I made the fables and legends of Yoro, City of rains of fish in which he was born, the whole family, wife, Sons,, Petrona,, The most loving mother who knew the name of all roses and lived almost a hundred years paragraph accompany him..

In his immense generosity gave me an hour of your busy schedule to visit with me the recording studios of the station COCO, give me a lovely interview as evidence that your visits to Cuba and give 40 minutes of his poems, in his warm voice, profunda, exquisite.

Read his love poems, All full of serene beauty,, in predominantly tactile images that we were immersed in love and passions, but also the poems of combat in which fiercely satirizes the oppressors of his beloved homeland and who invites us to contemplate the theft:

nothing belongs to us-says-
Our past and even took..
But here we live …
under a tree,
naked if necessary,
die.

And the other one where he says The word democracy, today, has been stripped of its meaning, because the hypocrites, as only they know how to do is fill the mouth with your name.

This is the poet who wanted to leave us today, immense and courageous poet who wanted to build all your songs an endless bridge the dignity, to pass, one by one, men humiliated in the land.

But Sosa will stay forever and will do its absolute authenticity, because they knew how few, as they do only what the chosen, conquer a space in the heart of the people. He made his poetry its best combat weapon and had it not been so, enough simply the fact of having chosen the grass cut by farmers to Roberto Sosa out forever bard of the oppressed, vertigo of the powerful.

I, Conservare how precious relic,, Also Forever,, the image of this old man kind of warm smile and deep eyes, a delicacy in the word, with all the books I brought to Cuba for their reading, readings,, minutes before leaving with many dedications gave me, but the tears of things, summarized in these words:

To Mary, your newest friend Roberto Sosa.

The friends were not given itself goodbye, THEY last forever..