Publisher's Synopsis
In The Noise That Cross The Concrete, the author delves into the shadows of everyday life and the fissures of the human soul, bringing forth the fatigue that surrounds us. With writing that moves between melancholy and reflection, the poems explore the exhaustion that silently consumes us, and the persistent doubt about the meaning of existence. Each verse is like a dense fog, stubbornly refusing to dissipate, leaving the reader lost in questions.
The words here are not merely spoken; they disturb, provoke, and, almost imperceptibly, ignite thought. This book is an invitation to face the void with courage, to dive into the darkness, and perhaps find a faint spark of understanding. A profound read that requires courage to be lived and reflected upon. "Put your hand in your pocket A poet's not the one who writes,But the one who feels.
Who never threw a verse,
Unaware that in the moment,
Might be armed to the teeth." "Receive what you can, hold on to yourself I can never give you anything through my words,
But I can give you creation itself,
And I hope you create something.
That doesn't die as I have died,
That smiles as I have not smiled,
That thinks what I did not think,
That has more doubts,
That finds more words,
That completes the poems,
That stumbles upon my verses.
And believe,
How I wish to stumble upon yours..."
