This collection includes a collection of sentimental poems that translate and embody reality, feelings, and events that I lived and were influenced by, so I recorded them in poetry. As for “The Secret of Love,” the name of the main poem of this collection, it is an emotional human experience that I was affected by and in which I shared with other people.. The Secret of Love is a title. It exudes rich connotations, as love remains the secret of hearts. Its sources are pure and pure humanity, and its meanings are higher than all calculations.
The secret of love is its emphasis on the human dimension of emotional relationships with great connotations. The collection tried to translate it with its poems through the images, ideas, and vocabulary it included.
If these poems are able to further build bridges of love or spread some of the sweetness of their meanings, then they have reached their destination and achieved success.
Before concluding my speech, I extend my heartfelt thanks to my honorable brother and friend, the poet Rashid Sharar, for his valuable introduction and review of the collection. And God is the Grantor of success.
Sharjah, November 17, 2013 AD
Faisal bin Sultan bin Salem Al Qasimi
A journey in aromas
A journalist residing in Buenos Aires turns forty and decides to write his first book, but what will he really write about? About sad poets? Ex-girlfriends? Boats? The man struggles to find a starting point. He writes notes about events that happened, moving between memories, dreams, and dialogues, but he feels that the life he lived was richer and more intense than everything he wrote. Was it really richer?
In the novel “The Well,” Juan Carlos Onte writes, through a flowing text that breaks down the barriers between times and places, feeling and subconsciousness, about a hero with a strange nature, marginalized, angry for no apparent reason, and always in some kind of misunderstanding that makes him unable to communicate. with the others.
At the end of the novel, Onetti leaves us with a shocking feeling, as we wonder about the nature of the work we read: Was it a novel, a dream, or do you see it as mere delirium?