What woman does not like to write him verses or give away flowers? Without wishing to get sharp, with the times-hue: sure some hate that they present the boy with a bouquet of violets, a scene that may sound ancient, black and white film of Frank Capra (thus I like) or as discussed Cecilia song. But what of the verses, ah, I so hard to believe that someone did not receive them with emotion, especially if they speak of the three wounds universal. And if you continue to write later, long after the period of "conquest", the credit is already huge. May not even matter that have not been made by the subject in question: many they won the lottery when the postman Neruda's half-convinced that poetry is of the writer, but who needs it. My thesis was confirmed by reading the Daily of Zenobia, which reflect those hours sad and painful exile in America with Juan Ramón Jiménez.
is known that the great poet was a very difficult family life. Constant depression, pathological fear of death (which required the couple to always travel with a doctor), neurasthenia, antisocial, selfish child, "imaginary smells, unhealthy dependence on his wife and an obsessive "allergy" to noise, not just the annoying speaker and bustle of the street:
"JR steadily began to complain of the noise heard every time I tried to turn the page the newspaper, making with the utmost care. "
(Tuesday, March 12, 1940)
(Tuesday, March 12, 1940)
If we add their total inability to carry out practical tasks and indispensable, as concern for the domestic economy, a twenty-first century woman is asked how he could support the poor Zenobia. Imagine various reasons. Among the former, their love, their capabilities, and its daily mass (we would need lots of help from God, no doubt), among the latter, that Juan Ramón, plus lunatic, a poet and was sensitive. The very clever, when he warned that Zenobia was reaching the brink of despair, I gave verses, flowers:
"JR Today has given me great joy. Yesterday I started when I said: "Tomorrow I want to go buy you some carnations for your day." I rushed to hug him, saying: "The less are the flowers, which gives me more joy is to go out with me ". " (August 30, 1952)
" " Life of my life / Zenobia soul / how beautiful you are / morning star! ". JR sang me this afternoon, and I said that it seemed impossible for people to sell for the most precious jewels when the world does not cost anything " (October 4, 1955).
"Tonight JR told me a song so pretty popular, I have to write it down, much as I oppose the dramatic ideas JR says:
When I'm in agony
Sit Put my head in your hand
mine And maybe
I die. "
(October 8, 1955)
the poet and the woman recovered, at least for a moment, smiles and hope. Because Zenobia was ready, strong and independent, as it should, but it was a lady. And a lady is a lady.
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