120 A VISIT TO THE POET ÁNGEL FALCO By Maya S. I. Illumined by the ardent light of a day of sun he came to us, like a new Zarathustra who, descending from the mountain, brings us the message of the Idea; a message of immense value, for it is written by the experience of his own life.
2And this life is truly extraordinary, full of strength, of courage, of beauty and of poetry; a torrent of the eternal wellspring which, allaying the aridity of thirsting souls, vivifies hope and kindles faith.
3His soul, purified by sorrow, is burnished and fortified by the aroma of the celestial spirit; a spirit that whispers in the Poet’s ear the secret of the stone, of the wood, of the flower, of the bee in her nuptial flight, of the wind, of the waves of the sea, of the reddish ray of dawn and of the golden silence of twilight...
4His speech, easy, magnetic, musical, is full of harmony and charm like the lands he has travelled, the landscapes admired and the souls sounded and understood in the secret of the heart.
5His thought is like a tropical flower of most beautiful colours, radiating perfume, sound, light and transmuting force through his word — lyrical, deep, graphic, wrapped in forms full of life, of dream and of Truth, in the evocation of distant voyages and of the sailing of his life over the prodigious waters of supreme Beauty, of human sorrow and of universal Love.
6Ángel Falco!
7You were born loving liberty and, as your name symbolises, you brought wings as powerful as they are luminous.
8Wings that allowed you the descent to feel and understand all that is human, hell and heaven, hatred and love, and that had the strength to raise you far above everything vulgar and mean, in a flight so high that it no longer casts a shadow upon the earth.
9And so you have lived and live, ever young, without calculation and without fear; and, like children, without prejudices and without vanity, which allows you to be truly virtuous.
10You have been able to conquer your little “I”, sublimating desires and passions, and, faithful to yourself, you are free, you have found yourself in your true being, you are the mystic who awakens in and through the realised man; you are something most rare in the West; you are the man who identifies himself with the Idea whose exposition is the inspired song of your own life, which mingles and rises with the song of the birds at their awakening, with the song of the flowers in their loving, with the hymn of the waves and with the Heaven in prayer… Song of liberty!
11Song of Love!
12Song of Eternity!
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