The author refers to the human and literary values of the recently deceased journalist Orlando Gil. His pen adorned Dominican journalism and his books remain as a sign of a great professional level.
Orlando Gil was fantastic in his personal style and as an organic and liberal writer. He inherited an ecumenical culture by drinking from the sources of the great Greek and contemporary thinkers.
He belonged to the gallery of true creators due to the essence of his vast and successful writings around which he always told a story where imprint and introspection traced the plans of a global vision of the world.
In his writings he resignified himself and his journalistic honesty had an unmistakable stamp. He was very peculiar in the way he said things without hurting feelings because his pen was part of a magisterium and a prism where the power of seduction prevailed, the exceptional human and intellectual conception.
Friend of friends, happy and passionate, romantic and relentlessly devoted to literary creation to reflect what man makes of himself; that which identifies with the crowds to reach the human being with a lot of feeling.
His immense poetic creation testifies to this, where each poem gives us the vital key to a poignant and mysterious existentialism, but also what is seen through the mirror of the rains and the forests to transform the Word into an archipelago of joy.
Such was Orlando Gil: indefinitely vast, genuinely sensitive; I suppose that at this point in the mystery he is talking with the poet César Vallejo, who predicted that he would die one rainy followingnoon in Paris; In the same way, my soul brother, Orlando Gil, in recent months hinted in his writings for Diario Libre and Listín Diario that death was laying a trap for him.
As a poet, he climbed to the top of the unknown to inhabit the paradise of León de Greiff, whom he often read because of what “poetry is a physical experience of the word, until it came to replace the petty reality everyday”.
He was spontaneous and deep when it came to meditating, interpreting and writing regarding any topic of politics or life. He was characterized by the rigor of his dazzling pen permeated by a superior spirit that made him the most important political analyst of recent times.
I met him in the 70’s, he was introduced to me by my great master of journalism, Freddy Gatón Arce, at the Vizcaya restaurant. In those times, the life of a journalist of his caliber was always at risk due to the analytical aggressiveness that his writings oozed, so he was forced to leave the country on the advice of his closest friends, so as not to put his life in danger. .
Some time later, when the country returned and the hordes of the governments of Joaquín Balaguer’s 12 years calmed down a little, we began a friendship through Dr. Frank Cabral Calcagno that fate interrupted just a few days ago.
Everyone knows that our friendship was sincere and projected on the knowledge that we had both acquired by reading the great universal thinkers. Over time we widened our friendship even more and he frequently expressed to me, between reality and irony, that the undersigned would be, once he disappeared from this planetary space, the heir to keeping his poetry current, the genre that most captivated him.
We were inseparable and, above all, he took his secrets to the grave and mine too. Orlando never suffered from bitterness or loneliness. In forty-six years of brotherhood, he knew that day and night he was accompanied by the demiurges of creation.
I will never forget that Orlando Gil was an excellent and wonderful human being and an exquisite conversationalist. He was also an honest and truthful communication professional.
He created and dreamed and at the same time deciphered his busy world. His poetic creation was a mighty river populated by pools and fruitful lyricism.
