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Burgos, our land, plays an important role in the life of Rafael Alberti, here published his first poems and Marian fervor here to develop this never resigned and that he inherited from his mother.

Here in Old Castile, in our province, Silos, in one of his visits Alberti passes the Monastery of Santo Domingo, where befriends Fray Justo Perez de Urbel, historian inisgne Burgos. There, the monks recited three sonnets of his "Triduum of dawn", and the Abbot is so impressed that, using an ancient authority, granted one hundred and fifty days of indulgence to anyone who's read or recite with devotion. Set what became say about this "Triduum" the famous Damaso Alonso: "I know that memory, I've said many times that of indulgences I win because at least several years will not fail to come to me well."

surprising to many people, their devotion to Mary. Still shaking the old walls of the building where a Holy Week in Seville in the late 70's and fully Communists Congress Andalusian Rafael Alberti takes the stand and in an extraordinary verses Costalero offered as to Marketplace of the Virgin of the Andalusian capital while called "Comrade" La Macarena in Seville.

I can only repeat what I said it once: It's great even when he does not want to be.

But same Alberti, when from his exile looks like in our land is condemned to death in 1970 is then wrote one of his most chilling poems while, in his own words, he thought of the mothers of these six young people sentenced to death by Franco in the "Proceso de Burgos."

The rapid spread the poem and the threatening tone, he arrived back at the hands of the then minister, Alfredo Sanchez Bella, who is said to have read it to Franco in the very Council of Ministers. CONVICTION

To: Izko, Uriarte, Larena, Gorostidi,

Onaindia, Dorronsoro. Sentenced to death in the "Process of Burgos

If death sentences

if you kill,

they will be the

six nails

of your box,

six nails in your life,

the last, if you kill them.

They will be the six nails,

the last of that Spain,

know only death,

sad Spain

that only exists in the world

when death speaks,

when only

for you hand up

to kill, for death

is the life of the Spain.

But mates or not,

your death is now at hand.

Already Dead, dead, dead

and at the top

in your coffin, six nails

the nail,

that stick forever.

Those sentenced to death were pardoned, were the last pardoned. A few years later did not have the same end, five young people.

Now we only have the indelible memory of the master , and never again to travel throughout the province, or know anyone like him to rewrite those delicious lines, and one day far away, beyond by 1925 ...

Peñaranda de Duero

Why I look so serious,
road?

Tordas have four mules, a horse
front
green hand cart, and the road

all for you,

road.

What more do you want?

conclude by referring to our dear friend, Atapuerqués, is a connoisseur of his work and linking Teacher Burgos Alberti. For him I knew moments of his life he did not know.