A naked man jumps into the void

If last week I praised an essay that invites you to fly (The winged ones (by Elisabet Riera, published by Males Herbes), today I will celebrate a poetry collection that invites us to delve into the exultation of blue. It is aboutThe diver Ricard Martínez Pinyol's book, published by LaBreu Edicions, is a volume in which each composition is a sonic artifact, a piece of verbal ingenuity where the word not only signifies but also resonates, reverberates, and intertwines with the others as if weaving an organic web. The poet writes with an almost sculptural awareness of language, working the balance between rhythm and emotion, between the inner pulse of the verse and the idea that runs through it. The page becomes a living space, a small ecosystem where the ink doesn't drip uselessly but flows, and where the text's internal music sustains a precise yet not rigid architecture. This desire to create a sonic and physical experience places the reader on the aquatic stage of the verses not as a spectator, but as a body propelled by a current, listening to its ripples and perceiving, in a Greco-Latin way, its pressure, sensual and dangerous.

This work is also an inquiry, an exploration of the prodigious spectrum that stretches between nothingness and the miracle of creation. With a concise style, stripped of unnecessary embellishment, Ricard Martínez Pinyol investigates the precise moment when silence transforms into words, and darkness into a minimal yet persistent glimmer. This expressive economy does not impoverish the poems; rather, it concentrates them, and each verse becomes a controlled immersion into an essential depth. The diver Thus it moves between emptiness and revelation, assuming the risk of leaping into the void of the shimmering darkness, a fertile darkness where everything can begin anew. Writing here is an act of faith and vertigo, a wager on the sudden emergence of meaning from within the abyss.

Finally, Ricard Martínez Pinyol's latest collection of poems reads as a clear and intense homage to water and marine life, but also to what grows silently within those who dare to go beyond the surface and delve into the depths, where there is darkness but also diamonds. Coral, a central and persistent image, symbolizes this slow and vital construction of the soul, made of layers, time, and resilience. The diver It is a sunlit and salty book, permeated by childhood memories and dreams, in which play and memory coexist with a mature and profound perspective. The verses walk a tightrope: they traverse the trapeze of the spirit with a fragile and courageous beauty, maintaining the balance between fall and flight. The diver Ultimately, it invites us to accept immersion, to lose our footing in order to find ourselves, and to discover that in every immensity there are intimate and particular forms of light.