Some people approach me and say, "I'm sorry Eutimio." It makes me more sorry Miguel Hernandez, who lives in his readers and who has tried Eutimio step degrade and grow at their expense.
If Eutimio Martin has been allowed the luxury of writing seven hundred pages long tales about someone who I appreciate, I have a right to my turn to take my job of writing seven hundred pages with my views on their misleading assertions
GREAT
EXTRACT FROM Bodri at hand:
"The biographer has, therefore, to choose a kind of rainbow color ranges from dark to light green, to blue. What to do? On the one hand we have the testimony of those close, close friends, his own wife. The eyes may vary in color, but merely tweaking, not to an extent. In good logic, the biographer has no choice but to comply with the testimony of professionals (military, prison tab), makers of the official record precisely the color of the eyes. Dark, then, to a greater or lesser degree, ie brown or brown. But neither green nor blue. "
Well, Eutimio. Bone. Is that what you call "good logic?
What Josephine, his wife, had no right to say that his eyes were bright green? Not even his close friend, Vicente Aleixandre, believed that "crystal clear blue as two stones", ie clear? "Not Buero Vallejo when he drew?
The reason, in this small detail about the color of the eyes of Miguel Hernandez, has, according to your "great logic," Eutimio, the police report, the military, the entry written by someone looking for a second without depth or attention, and who does not care the least, over what they say his wife and friends?
"His own wife did not know the color of his eyes, Eutimio?
Swamps waddle through which your mind is to me, Eutimio Martin, a m istry inscrutable.
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