…And his son, whose life slowly fades away before his eyes: “El niño esta enfermo. Casi no se mueve”, “sus ojos desbordando las orbitas hasta parecer enormes y sus mejillas hundidas buscando la calavera. Esta muy delgada.”
The tortuous moments that the poet is forced to endure would undoubtedly render relatable to many of those who were affected by the obliteration of Guernica and Belchite. Initially, for those who escaped, simply running away from the explosions and gunfire may have seemed a sensible and hopeful plan. In the book, a similar idea is demonstrated by the unexpected birth of the poet’s