Heart of Winds, by Bernabé Ramírez Herrada, book of poems with 138 pages published on Amazon. Alpha & Omega, Winona and The Gunmen, The valley where I was Happy

Heart of the Winds is a book of poems from every day, written over many years, decades of journeys, dreams and hopes, with my heart beating desperately. You will find whatever you are looking for, whatever you dream, whatever you think, whatever you feel, whatever you hope for and whatever you don't expect, word by word you will make your way, travelling the world, living experiences through your own thoughts.

Elu Winona, who calls herself María Buena, is a legendary gunfighter, so much so that the real bad guys flee for fear of crossing paths with her. She was born to an Indian mother and an Italian father, a musician who emigrated to the great mountains where villages surrounded by deep gorges grow. She learned everything she needed to know from her Indian people, the Red Feet, owners of territories that extend from the peaks of the Pyrenees to the Monegros desert. Tales of the far west with a new vision of the satirical humor of spaghetti westerns.

As you can see, my soul is adventurous. If yours is also like this, you will like this book, whose stories cover hundreds of kilometres along the Mediterranean coast to the cliffs of Maro and Nerja, places that I venerate because I love the sea, going into a small cove and not coming out for years.

The Valley Where I Was Happy is a book full of anecdotes and experiences that summarise the years in which I was happy, forgetting even to compete in my immense dedication to elite sport, seeking in short a life that is the one I liked to live.

 Eight contains a collection of sophisticated poems to calm the mind and spirit. Eight is a magical number that brings abundance and success, self-confidence and self-discipline, holding the reins of destiny tightly to direct your own life towards the plenitude and happiness that these beautiful poems that I offer you in this immense book will guide you through.

This book has dumb and desperate screams. Cries of a pilgrim fleeing from the social stigmas that oppressed my nature, living as a social exclusion because of my independent personality, with a backpack on my back sleeping in the open, getting away from disturbing problems, traveling paths and getting to know worlds, hearing the voice of the winds and storms without having a true home that would give me shelter and peace. I survived the bad and the supposedly good, denying a life that other people had designed for me.