Little Sangro

Ninetieth seventh anniversary of the birth of the universal poet Miguel Hernandez.(30 October 1910). Manuel-Roberto Leonis (A few months after the celebration of the centenary of the birth of the poet of the village which has been officially termed year Hernandiano (1910-2010). We project a ray to vindicate his bonhomie as for freedom, justice and equality, further winnowing his courageous spirit of delivery). Agarrotose of sufferings and sorrows, filled his heart with loving joy, the uneasiness and anger ran through his veins. Slowly bled from the deserts had to sew the desires within the chest, more than thousand times bit on his lips kisses.

A million hugs absent sputtered were – in the same – from aching verses, pondering grew in their brilliant brains. Its virtues, he remained at peace with their conscience: conviviality, friendship, benevolence, honour, constancy in the daily work, love ridiculous to others. Mountains of modest desires, in an appalling vacuum: without fruit between your hands, what a pain of heart! the simplest things are dried in his haversack: live in beloved family enjoying peace in freedom, be playwright, contrasted their ideas with friends, put under Coldwater cluster headaches not only until exhaustion ploughed literature with its roots, but that each day has deepened and expanded more, hugging her as a mother. One to a thousand times suffered and drowned in his brain craving having to swallow them to hide taking them to box with him. But – even – after his death – after thousand nights a thousand nights shining verses – forced his eyes to be awake. I know Miguel, that life had to be living, without rancor, and deliver it to death with dignity. And it was consistent with both until the end!. Original author and source of the article.


Monday, June 24th, 2019 News