Against that background, the word comes out stronger, because it is salvation, not drown, because it has the ability to see, even in the blindness. The word is an unstoppable power. The poetics of Andres Morales delves into the mysteries of his own words, in his dazzling and, from there, deploys its own semantic and semiotic, fields to go discovering i.e. to be read, to be listening to hunger is the word, the law of every day. In the poetry of the Chilean author there are constructions of Anthology: the cell key / it is forgetting or memory bites as a tied beast.

Is a kind of constant its directionality bisemica, where the only truth is that us denies. This attitude implies a separation of frames actanciales, as lyrical subject and predicate, so history would not rewrite it () in the defeat. That resounding spirit is a Groove in the what of all nothing, nor air, nor a poem: / all were going direct to slaughter. In my opinion, the end of this verse is a species of recolectivo system. Its scope is a semantic missile. It is a sort of intrinsic struggle with the word. Perhaps save us the word. It is possible.

The word is the word. It is always necessary, because as sentenced Sophocles say a Word will say it all. In my most recent book of poetry have included the following epigraph of Andrew: is not the end of anything. / Only the shame of one who is not silent. It is my commitment with its extraordinary poetic quality and loyal status as humanist, and visionary art. The ghostly box of an ORB in war from its very existence is a topic of great expressive depth facing Morales Milohnic honestly eyes, these eyes are always tired / see and not see so much horror. The planet reaches hyperbolic 14,000 wars, where the desolation, cannibalism and death have had expressions of negation of human quality.