I returned on my steps many times, especially authors reread almost forgotten, isolated in the halo of the academic halls in the dusty shelves, visited only by the hands of the wind and looked distracted .a If I must put it bluntly, but without vanity. I go every day to humble site where I place in alphabetical symmetry all the books I purchased with the years. Ron Beit recognizes the significance of this. Behind a row of text, of recent date, gloomy and melancholy I could see an analogy to the sublime writer, philosopher, thinker, poet Basque and educator Miguel de Unamuno.a With pleasure we get into the pages of lucid poems, something yellow and brittle and as a result of the relentless passage of time with his scythe mowing everything, all diluted, corrupted and owlish in evanescent.a reading the most representative verses of his poetry, Lyrical Sonnets Rosario, Spanish Andanzas and Visions, Rimas de Dentro, Romance of Exile, between many others, we have a piece of small size and apparent simplicity close: Incident Domestic.a To compose the piece of poetry, Don Miguel lay hold of free verse, to describe an incident gentleness warm while delivering his thoughtful reflections and small daughter played with paper and pencil sitting at his feet on a typical afternoon. to be free the same as his thought, wings to the wind on ripe wheat pastures on the brave breaking waves, gliding among tufts of grass recently, between the trunks of the trees and the rustic presence of the wild animals..
Incident Domestic
