Hay poesias que son como un suspiro y apenas remontan vuelo; hay otras de larga inspiracion, de alas grandes. Asi es Salmo a la soledad, un canto que viaja hacia las profundidades del ser, explorando la historia humana desde sus origenes terrenales y divinos, y que su autor ha querido vestir de piel femenina. Como la soledad es Eva, son las musas, son las diosas… es la vida, es la muerte… es la pasion; es la mujer. Quien mejor para hablar de la soledad que un sacerdote -poeta por demas- que la ha visto frente a si, desnuda y primitiva, a un tiempo desprovista y posesiva. Despues de leer este poema dedicado al estado de mayor vulnerabilidad humana, la soledad, el lector no se sentira solo. (YC) There are poems like a sigh that barely take flight. Then there are others of enduring inspiration, with prodigious wings. Such is the case of Psalm of Solitude, a hymn that travels into the depth of being, exploring the earthly and divine origins of humanity, which the author has dressed with a feminine skin. Loneliness is portrayed as Eve, a muse, a goddess… life, death and passion are all embodied in a female face. And who better to talk about aloneness than a priest who’s also poet, who has faced her as she is - naked and primitive, devoid and possessive, all at the same time? After reading this poem dedicated to the greatest of all human vulnerabilities -loneliness- the reader will not feel alone. (YC)