The Poetry Of Cesar Vallejo, Cusco
It was our own natural youthful reaction to discover by our own the world, It was a search for meaning… but we didn’t know it. We were like the savage detectives searching for that person, book, ghost, deity word, poem, to alleviate our angst. Cesarea Tinarejo for the savage detectives was their “ raison d’etre” We didn’t have a raison d’etre. The savage detective ’s search for Poetry was at the end of their journey, there at the Sonora desert. We Andean folks had no Cesarea Tinarejo to look after…or, a vanished girl as is the case of Haruki Murakami novel. We had no idea what were looking for but we also found ourselves looking for “that” in music. We would exchange LP 's. One of the Kontiki dreamers, whose name starts with P. horded most of our albums of Serrat, Perales, Cesto, Nino Bravo …He thought that our search would be found in the lyrics of one song.