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Ojos de sol es la mirada de una generación, un homenaje al amor y a la gente común que puebla nuestras vidas. Es un poemario en el que, de alguna forma, te vas a encontrar. Las margaritas son las flores más comunes de la naturaleza y su belleza reside en su aparente sencillez. Simbolizan la pureza, la luz, la inocencia, la honestidad y la libertad. Pero, aunque puedan parecer iguales, cada una es singular. Lo mismo ocurre con las personas. Buscando el calor y la luz, crecemos hasta resultar lo que somos: buscadores de motivos que nos hagan abrir los párpados cada mañana. Ojos de sol es un homenaje a la gente común pero a la vez única que inunda nuestras vidas y nos hace crecer, porque quien bien te quiere, te ayudará a florecer. Es el espejo en el que, tarde o temprano, te vas a encontrar, la flor que, antes o después, germinará en ti. ENGLISH DESCRIPTION Ojos de sol/Bright Eyes is a generational look, a tribute to love and to the everyday people that occupy our lives. It is a collection of poems in which, in different ways, you will find yourself. Daisies are the most common flowers in nature and their beauty lies in their apparent simplicity. They symbolize purity, light, innocence, honesty, and freedom. But, although they may seem identical, each one is unique. The same happens with people. Looking for warmth and light, we grow and grow until we become what we are ultimately meant to be: seekers of purpose and goals that will make us look forward to waking up every morning. Ojos de sol/Bright Eyes is a tribute to ordinary people, but at the same time unique, that come into our lives and make us grow, because whoever loves you will help you flourish. It is the mirror in which, sooner or later, you will find that flower which, sooner or later, will grow inside of you.

"In his third collection of poems Miguel Gane, a leading author of a new generation of poets, transports us to a universe full of sensuality in which the senses are essential protagonists. Poems that tell the beginning of the end of love from eroticism to the physical touch, like a slight whisper that gently goes under your skin. From Madrid to London via Paris, the world was ours for an instant. Weburned ourselves in the fire, we wallowed in the earth, and we soaked in the sea. So alive, so free; we tried everything. But we understood that we were facing the end when that which used to unite us began to separate us, and soon we were two planes going in different routes. What remains after love is what defines us. You wear my skin on your lips, but I never knew for sure, did you use them to bite me or to kiss me?"--Provided by publisher.