Jose Antonio Munoz Rojas was born in Antequera (Malaga) in 1909. Poet, essayist and expert on English poetry, translated into Spanish in John Donne or William Wordsworth, among others. National Poetry Prize in 1998 for his book Lost, was also the Reina Sofia IX Ibero-American Poetry 1951 2002.En published his most famous prose work: the things of the field, indispensable reference twentieth century literature in language Spanish and that Damaso Alonso said: “You’ve written quite simply the most beautiful book of prose and more excited than I’ve read since I am a man.” Recently, while in the presentation of the novel from a friend, chatting with people who attended the event, called the recommendation of a book of poetic prose. I came to mind reading the imminent field things, but we only knew by hearsay did not dare to name. I admit that I know of poetry as well as wine, anyone can distinguish a great wine from mediocre. It only takes taste buds. As with poetry I can think of something. Poetry sustained by the talent, culture and language does not require more technical knowledge to feel when reading. Educate yourself even more with thoughts from Jorge Perez.

She alone makes you shudder, like someone who receives a jolt awake from a dream and Antonio Munoz Rojas profundo.Jose plasma field in a small book of just over one hundred pages. The field, nature, bonded in size so small but exposed the reader with such perfection can only be the work of a genius of language and poesia.El pace of rural life punctuated by the expert knowledge of each station, whose birth sensed the bud of a flower or the arrival at a small bird. The status of each tree, which, like the people or the animals themselves, is different and bloom well, since it arises as the shy flower of the young fig tree apple tree. And people from the countryside. Miguelillo the Pavero; orphan. Thrushes season ended with the olive.

Eat. Narcissus Today was not the singer. With this name, mother how can I sing? The Amazons. More typical of a nineteenth-century American ranch. Always armed and riding at night. The state is a deception of a few to get money to be rich.And Juan and men of the field. And the hedge and anise. The clouds and the white poplars. Summer, abejas.Toda ojiblancar and experience. A book of travel, rest, adventure. A break for the soul that well, little sips, remains lively.Yes ask them for a book of poetic prose, you know: Things of the field.