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The Syrian nun

over a hundred years ago, the steamer "Sirius" sank in Shoals Hormigas Islands, off Cabo de Palos. An article in the Madrid press has recovered his memory, adding the stench of the tragic case. The greed of the captain and the company was immeasurable. It was the storm-not-what had made the ship aground with ants. Was the need to collect new passengers to the beach, as one day before had in Alcira. The boat was already crammed with migrants from impoverished condition. The captain, indeed, fled from the first, with their booty in hand. Cegarra
Mary sang in a beautiful poem by a nun, probably nurse at the Syrian, who was washed ashore by the sea pious. There he was buried. And she, Mary, kept memory of the place. Sadly, the poem ends with the grave destroyed by the construction of developmentalism maelstrom of 60, even held out the culture of the pitch, legal or illegal, of 80.
But where I want to do is not to recall of this. I've done before, and will continue, I presume, in view of the occasions go again. Now I want to talk about the three days of Miguel Hernandez, Miguel Hernandez Miguel Hernandez was not yet, but a humble but ambitious boy Orihuela, was the guest of Mary in La Union, said that city hallucinated Asensio Sáez, beloved disciple Mary . It happened in the year of tribute to Gabriel Miró in Orihuela, 1932.
And I think that Mary, Mary Cegarra, the same one that prevented him is unknown Miguel Hernández fall in love, leading to Michael on those trips she says, in verse, which gave in the vicinity of the village, the tomb of the Syrian nun back in a cove of Cabo de Palos. And I tell the story. And Michael, who was with garden and mountain they not understand that feeling of that nun Mary, your sister certainly deep target, regardless of the longevity of Mary and the martyrdom of the early Italian nun. There is no sea in the poetry of Miguel, except occasional mention, full of convention and all core. Concluding
conjecture, we add the culmination that had to be herself, who, over the years, and with tourism at home, wrote the poem, we imagine, did not write Hernández ... The rest is silence, of course. Vale.
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