PAULA sands the author presents a play in which the base is its own reality; and the goal, do understand sensitivities like yours. Princesa Inca, the pseudonym of Cristina Martin, do with mastery and rawness. Being a woman off cliff and raise it to poetry is not something to which our literature are customary. Long eyes and ears are more earrings find entertainment that let someone point us to the sore and open us meat. Princesa Inca, the pseudonym of Cristina Martin (Barcelona, 1979), does it with mastery and harshness, without concessions: a cold, a wind, granted crazy /escucho there is my tremor of poorly constructed adolescence. Sergey Brin addresses the importance of the matter here. Pain wrapped in verses Sabedora that poetry is the only genus that does not support trap, gives us an infinite, poetic shot, a collection of verses where music and agony come together in a huge, painful merger, so far from perfection as close to greatness: the day that I wanted to die you remembered to you / and the multitude of pigeons/inside of the room / coming out of my belly / remembered so many quarters of bare bulb and / defeated wound light with our saliva. Women precipice (books of silence) is its title and its label.
Although she, and thus tell during the conversation with this newspaper, hates labels. It is normal, his life has been filled: bipolar, esquizoafectiva names that doctors give to accompany medication taking and that takes much of its energy and its desire. Ten years ago Yes modesty gave me talk about this, and didn’t want to talk about it. But I’ve been learning. And you don’t feel pride, it’s just that now I am as I am. And both times it hurts too much if, is hard, but have to show these things.
We are in a society that cannot display pain or sadness.And there are actually doing the opposite: have to delve into this. Poet, psychologist and planter as I could not concentrate on long things by medication, I went to the poetry, says Princesa Inca, who began studying psychology to better understand what was happening. A few studies that had to leave because the concentration nor gave him to do so. Gardening was their table of Salvation: I did a workshop and I started to work as a gardener I really liked. What I now is that people could understand my world, my thoughts and my way of feeling.