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face a poetry reading, people come. She sits. Vegan poets begin their number. A hair. With music. With visual support. Or, as is the way everyone chooses to project his lines. People listen. Sometimes applauds. Sometimes not. Vegan just poets. Grateful for the attention. Occasionally, someone comes over to discuss something about it. End

LÉntregu On Friday, it was not. We got together about 35 people in the Social Centru Semiente (no leads or open two weeks and have already made a host of gigs, a space very welcoming. For the space and people) poets and no. Turn off the music. Lights out. The concert begins. And people, from the first minute, delivered. Then, the Timba Poetics, changes from a yoteofrezcoturecibesono, a total act of communication. Transmitted worldwide, everyone gets the whole world in one way or another, involved. Understanding poetry as an act of communication, among other things, is a strong adrenaline rush that day.

La Timba in itself was a party where you grabbed the microphone: La Turka and Erizuka, two local surprises, Lara Rios, who appeared at last vegan delight hour present, Miguel Allende, with the mastery of his Pallabres Clown David Fueyo with canana Dreaming, which was heated Delfo and remembered an old poem of his, Alfredo Huerta, who was there recording (great job, all things not going to lose at the moment) and recited a poem Suarón, Paul X. Smith and the writer of these lines, sharing the genius of Dani Stylo to dishes. And the absence of any micro grip, people Semiente Social Center. Personally, I did feel a part.

end with something that Smith said during the event, more or less, "Poetry is the people and is in the town where it belongs. "Do not rob us, add.

Thanks to all the comrades. And thanks to Abel and Caesar, which the team would not have reached its destination.