The house
I live on an island, in a city, where the sea is more than a presence: it is the neighborhood. The blue of its waters, beyond a dream of horizon, drifts through verses, through kisses, through baseball teams (even when they lose), through almost every love and desire, and through memories and futures.
That is why this house is an Ala del Mar, a wing of the sea. A place that hopes to give away, in writing, all the luminous blue, and also the shadows, that surround a writer.
The Latin quote, a private gift with which I end my books, speaks of pleasure. The pleasure of writing, and of trying, as humanly and poetically as possible, to do it well. That way the gift can reach every person who arrives at my pages. Receive the warmest and bluest of welcomes. Like pages, the doors of this house stand open. Come in.
Antonio López Sánchez