May 1918. Pantano life and authoritative voice in the field, although not entirely appreciated. Man who went from the letters to the action in an effort to achieve a body- museum different poetic for this country, continent and world, is that of Carlos Pellicer Camara.
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public and organizer (for at least) seven campuses, today reminds Mass Opinion "natural" Pellicer under the "international day of museums."
No, it is no exaggeration to remember the debt country's cultural sector about the work and thoughts of a native of San Juan Bautista on museums. Little or no material in this component is available. Well worth to take this event for a new revaluation account, and even-in the criteria for publication of works.
As something particular, we share with you "The Journey" of Carlos Pellicer, an essential element, perhaps, to dream and make a vast world ... such as museums.
... And I moved my legs strong
Walker and Mount
lay blue.
I loaded the whole night in my back from Atlanta.
the morning stars sang for me.
dawned on the river and crossed
naked and dripping dawn around the mount Hendi.
And the taste was bleak given the raw cocoa
when chewing teeth grind it tapir. Requested
light hole to settle your account
(I had a handful of dawn for me). They pressed
cedars their distance, and
violentareunió shadow ray of light I left.
On dead leaves of a hundred centuries, I camp.
I come from the mountains and the blue sucker. Tonnage
clear horizontal circle the field. Upload
on my legs, whole body lifted.
surrounds the valley.
speak and around life, knows what I know.