On a recent trip to my sister Jaén Concha, visited the Department of Culture of the Provincial Council, located in a wing of the palace Villadompardo in the district of Magdalena, input which can be visited the Arab baths. I was interested in getting the number 5 of Extra Paradise, published in 2009. It appears the article by Eduardo A. Salas, "Who are these trees? Jaen presences and experiences of Miguel Hernandez. " And gave it to me an official whose name I regret not remember.
After reading the article I went to visit, with emotion, those he had been the poet during his stay in Jaén, where for came true recently married to Josefina Manresa, and it is safe to say, knowing the biography of Hernandez, who was the only time Jaen happy personal life, at least he shared with his wife, because the relationship with Maruja Mallo I think it should be entered in the passion for discovery sex, and not confirmed by María Zambrano, in the intellectual glare.
Josefina Manresa, despite the cultural and ideological differences, have been his deep and sincere love. She was a simple woman - "I'm dying of caste and simple" - that the poet wanted to mother of his children, to perpetuate this obsession ever present in the short life of Miguel Hernández.
When the poet reached to Jaén was in the splendor and vigor of his twenty-seven years. It was just that he had discovered their political ideology, after several years of moving in areas rightists, ultra-right might say, that should be attributed to the Orihuela Levitical environment of the time, and the influence of Ramón Almarcha Sijé and Canon. This strength of passionate youth Hernández-everything in it was passionate, you will see reflected in his newspaper articles in "La Voz del Frente", edited by the Speaker of the Front, in Jaén, and Eduardo A. Chambers, Paradise Magazine, lists fifteen titles. Splendor and strength in poet's life that would end with the end of the war.
was in Jaén where the poet wrote "harvesters." If you know the Andalusian province, not surprised that a writer, impressed by the carpet of olive trees and gray twisted trunk, take them a few lines or an entire book. Miguel Hernandez gave him a poem, not the olive and the olive, otherwise, how could it be otherwise, for the harvesters, - "tell me from your soul, who, who raised olives?" - A men and women waiting and hoping "the olive harvest," as almost the only income, then above all, very poor family economy. If a child had his fingers, he could go and pick olives.
In Jaén, marriage Hernández-Manresa, along with others such as the one formed by the Alcarrenian Jose Herrera Aguilera "Peter", and Carmen Soler, dwell in a palace seized from nobles. I was interested in this building on a previous trip to Eleanor, my daughter, and asked the City Council he Jaén, via e-mail. The answer came from Mari Carmen Perez, an archaeologist municipal council in 2007. It told me that the house was located on Francis Street Coello, 19, and "has a level of structural protection as Special Protection Plan and the Historic Interior Renovation." I referred to a publication that I could not get far: "The old Jaén" of Manuel López Pérez, published in 2003 by the Social Work of the Caja de Granada. I copied verbatim the paragraph of the book devoted to the house where Miguel Hernández few months: "He had a home here and the Marquis de Villalta after Blancohermoso. A house immense, with a gorgeous glazed courtyard, grand staircase ennobled by the processional cross of Our Lord Jesus of Nazareth, which was stored there during the year and a delightful terraced garden that poured onto the streets adjoining a cascade of roses pitiminí. Seized in the heady days of 1936, she spent her early days newlywed -Marzo/Mayo 1937 - the poet Miguel Hernandez, who came to us in the company of Orihuela Josefina Manresa from home. "
For me, this house has other connotations, so in the Travel, 2007 I liked so much to find the gravestone to commemorate the poet's stay. For some years resided in the front, at number ten in the street by then denominábamos Llana, perhaps the only of its kind in the whole neighborhood, perpendicular to all the close (this also is) and steep leading from the Cathedral to the Sewer district.
At number 10 was located in the fifties and sixties the Labour Office, which my grandfather was a janitor, and part my grandparents lived high, and we very often. That house, the janitor's largest, with a terrace overlooking the cathedral tower, remains the home of my childhood, my dreams often. She had a beautiful courtyard, after a broad steps, where my grandmother, despite being the courtyard surrounded by the offices of the Delegation, caring and beautiful pots of them, ribbons, won an award for what I got "The hundred best tall tales. "
In the College of the Sisters, a hundred yards from the street Llana, studied for two years, first and second, the leaving certificate at the time, and he also studied the granddaughter of the Marquise de Blancohermoso then, my neighbor's number 19, the house of the poet circumstantial. I, with free tuition for the daughter of the seamstress of the Teresian her with all the honors, but in that school had two doors, we entered all the same. It was the time of the Miss Stuick, Moreno, Esteban ...
Concha and I, with premiums Soler, Marianne and Mary Hope, Jabalcuz went to another place of our childhood, where they went, by car or on foot, to "take the air" warm nights Jaen. There, and despite the fact that children with a little fixing around him, and less on smell, smell should be all Andalusia, because over the years, and the next breath that is breathed in childhood, he recalls, strangely but perfectly remembers the smell of jasmine and dompedro that accompanied our first years.
From that Jabalcuz for children only are the gardens beautiful and well kept, now owned the City of Jaen, designed by the same became a part of the Retiro Park in Madrid. Whatever spa is in ruins. Around the whole has built a housing - why not! - One of the owners of this space can not remember if the first, or who built the resort, was the Jaén José del Prado and Palacio, Minister first Mayor of Madrid and later, during the reign of Alfonso XIII, who granted the Marquis de Rincón de San Ildefonso. I would like to believe you did on the site near the church of the same name.
And there was the pool, at the entrance to the gardens, the same pool to which my mother kept us from approaching, with the background of rocks and mud, where it is bathed by the Miguel Hernández Eduardo A. article Salas, because who knows his biography, the poet knows that he was always looking for places to swim.
The beauty of Jaén and its high mountain environment, sharp Jabalcuz the road, which runs along the Fountain of the Rock, where the poet would into sinks protected the rock which gives its name to the source, the women wash the clothes "where the sheets had to regain the lost brightness over the working man's dreams, sweats and put to bed remains fallow, road dust ... "(quoted by Chambers for" Companion of our day, "Hernandez), inspired the poet Miguel Hernández poems, articles and plays, of great social commitment.
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