is significant that not one of the first events scheduled to commemorate the Year Hernandiana 2010 was not the political class, on January 9 at the Teatro Circo de Orihuela, where the company presented the work Jácara "Michael's smile" on the poet's life is not significant in the capacity of the presentation of a collection of poems other "poet Miguel Orihuela Barcala attendees had more off-site presentation, and in protest, that within the act itself, both organized by the Hon. Orihuela Town Hall, what does surprise me is that at the Teatro Circo was not Orihuela City at home and in the presentation of poems on the outside in protest, a book of poems where criticism directly to the Prime Minister and is called "murderer" at Santiago Carrillo.
Orihuela owes much to the poet , Hernandiana Year should be an opportunity for His people will return this debt, so that those who by action or omission permitted to die in prison would only serve their debt and that of their offspring on their behalf, the city famous names and great men who consented could worship and believe in the work of Miguel Hernández.
A people forgot for many years, and a century is but a reflection of that failure . For where there is repentance there is no admiration, and where there is admiration Queen oblivion. The cowards who forgot you and made you forget that your people should apologize to your people.
I oriolana and proud of it, but never at school we read your work, there was never a school or place your name, we did however, until 2004, Franco monolith, your executioner, in Glorieta Gabriel Miró, next to the street still Jose Antonio (Primo de Rivera) with flowers every 20 November, which would still be there if not for the Law of Historical Memory. Fortunately, times change, in some cities than in others, where time seems to stop for years. Now we Colegio Miguel Hernández, Miguel Hernández University including, streets, squares, your poems seem to emerge suddenly aware that I forget, like someone realizing that you are recognized worldwide is due to the recognition itself always you shook your people. Marek Edelman, one of the survivors of the Warsaw Ghetto, finished his memoirs saying indifference and crime is the same , cultural tradition has grown and is currently growing indifference on the poet's work. The Law of Historical Memory repairs materially poor, but ... how to repair the neglect?.
Michael, as oriolana I apologize for not having heard of you until very recently, when the "censorship" culture of your people and mine has allowed me, and I promise I will not spend it with my children, although still not read you your school.
My grandparents, neighbors yours, telling me how clueless you with your goats ... always in the clouds, writing is not what ..., thinking that would never be anything in life .. and yes, it died young of tuberculosis in prison in Alicante, where you locked up for "red" and you never knew Michael, you are admired around the world, a key figure in the twentieth century English literature, while you still owe your people a lot ... Two things characterize
my town, as one of the few places in Spain where there has been little political change, to be governed almost from the beginning of democracy on the right, and another poet's work People: Miguel Hernandez, as always, balance is a principle that takes the most mysterious.
The town of Orihuela deserves to be known worldwide for Miguel Hernandez and his work, the effect of a cause still survives.
For the grandchildren of that era: let your legs and arms, we finally HIS PEOPLE!
bleed for freedom, fight, live on.
For freedom, my eyes and my hands, like a tree
carnal generous and imprisoned, I
surgeons.
for freedom, I feel more hearts
that sand in my chest are my veins foam;
and go into the hospitals, and entered cottons,
as lilies.
empty Because where some matted,
she put two stones into the future,,
and make new arms and legs to grow new
in meat harvested.
sprout winged sap without autumn,
relics of my body I lose every wound
because I am like a tree cut down that sucker, I have yet
life.
Miguel Hernandez (1910-1942)
my town, as one of the few places in Spain where there has been little political change, to be governed almost from the beginning of democracy on the right, and another poet's work People: Miguel Hernandez, as always, balance is a principle that takes the most mysterious.
The town of Orihuela deserves to be known worldwide for Miguel Hernandez and his work, the effect of a cause still survives.
For the grandchildren of that era: let your legs and arms, we finally HIS PEOPLE!
bleed for freedom, fight, live on.
For freedom, my eyes and my hands, like a tree
carnal generous and imprisoned, I
surgeons.
for freedom, I feel more hearts
that sand in my chest are my veins foam;
and go into the hospitals, and entered cottons,
as lilies.
empty Because where some matted,
she put two stones into the future,,
and make new arms and legs to grow new
in meat harvested.
sprout winged sap without autumn,
relics of my body I lose every wound
because I am like a tree cut down that sucker, I have yet
life.
Miguel Hernandez (1910-1942)
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