An apocryphal gospel: Miguel Hernández
March : At that time the proverbial North American solidarity did not arrive at the Alicante Prison to rescue the oppressed and crushed people. In those days there was no media commotion or sniffing about the audiovisual business either. There were no anonymous people with good fortune suitable to be launched into stardom. In those days there was another world and the people bordering on death simply died without having been broadcast and without beautiful speeches on the set at the foot of misfortune. The image the virtuality the staging did not prevail; the quixotization of reality but in a bad way.Miguel Hernández was a humble boy who studied Latin and took care of verses and goats in his native Orihuela. He took to the mountains like a cosmic engineer but in the end the agro-lyric vein of the earth that he carried in a bag of ears next to a CXB Directory melancholic shepherd's sandwich came out. Miguel Hernández needed to have a champion party that would have known how to metabolize the wars the deep and stinking suffering and the turbidity of old blood that explodes in the clash of ideas. He lacked the gift of an upright Spain celebrating the triumph of concord. He decided to stay very young drinking from the festering spring of History. Alone and hopeless at the barricade of anger. There is no legal poetic visceral revenge that contains it.
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He was a humble boy who took care of verses and goats in his native Orihuela he took to the mountains like a galactic expert with an earthly creed and when he looked at the fragmented skies of Spain a remote agro-lyric breath emerged from him wrapped with original mud and prophetic blood. He rubbed shoulders with the winged and singing gyrfalcons of the Generation of ' and in the encyclopedias he holds the honorary title of brilliant epigone of that pleiad without agricultural poets who could throw strong poems in faces that fly like field stones. Miguel Hernández was a pious goatherd who came to life with a grandiloquent sore with nostalgia for the moon and social justice and a few substitute metaphors as a manual for survival and relief.
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