When I close my eyes, I remember them all collectively, together as a system presided love. Damaso Alonso
My nostalgia of those days is pleased to recall the conversations between the friends. We were friends, and a community desires and tastes that has made known to me directly via the unit called "generation." Pedro Salinas and I, Gerardo Diego, Federico García Lorca, Damaso Alonso, Vicente Aleixandre. And Pepe Bergamin, and Melchor Fernández Almagro ... I mention the sitting many times around tables still more friendly than intellectual. Halfway through the meal, it was Frederick the center of the room, not the scene, because nothing stood between those crafty diners, alternating or overlapping their verbal shootout. There were no extras. Melchor, so circumspect when he writes, so nervous and pigmented when he speaks, Bergamin, for those who do not go stringing subtleties, and without stopping, would be vice against nature, Alberti, the youngest and I own a perfect master, Vicente Aleixandre, most correct, which provides a ruddy sun and gives, always generous, Damaso gravest formidable, ladies!, no child of wrath, that in happy hour is the happiest. How fun together and Federico Damaso ... And Salinas, nothing Don Pedro, with its humor madriñelísimo, like any human, everyone understands and everyone understands them very well.
Other relevant names should stress de Juan Larrea Pedro Garfias, if this list, limited to certain times of table and table, it becomes history textbook. It would not be possible to leave out of the box three absent from some meetings in Madrid: Luis Cernuda, Emilio Prados, Manuel Altolaguirre. Andalusian Delicious! (It was during the reign of the South). Luis Cernuda, voice as staff from his early work, Emilio Prados, raw, soul alive to the surface, in its loneliness forged. And that fantastic Manolito, that dream seems the more lives and can not do enough, and none more biography than he. Many poets! Bind not entirely elective affinities. But how different! Helos together, the meal occasion that is celebrated Luis Cernuda, on 20 April 1936. Who provides the tribute is Frederick, not the chancellor could be another of those feasts of friendship and poetry: "Of all the voices of the present English poetry and death called Aleixandre, Alberti immense wing, tender lily in Moreno Villa, torrent Paul Andean Neruda, intimate domestic voice in Salinas, dark water in a cove in Guillen, tenderness and tears in Altobelli, to name different poets, the voice of Luis Cernuda upright original sounds without fences and trenches to defend their stunning beauty "... J. Guillén, "Federico in person."
"That moment is legendary? J. Guillén
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