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This is Madrid. Madrid. Homeric city, the cradle and grave ofmany of us that pour out the joyful days of youth among its streetsand wineries, throughout its history it has accepted into its foldnon-conforming poets from the four corners of the earth, because oneis born a poet in his land, but one is made and perishes in Madrid.Nomatter where you are from, Madrid never leaves you indifferent, italways offers the rhapsodist who has moved to the capital in search of fortune, a lively space about which to write their verses. If ourlives are the rivers as Manrique said, today the Manzanares river hasbeen reborn and is full of life. Poets of Madrid is a generoustitle, as is Madrid. This anthology shows that the city drew them infrom very distant places: Rubén Darío, for example, was born inNicaragua; Valle-Inclán in Galicia; Góngora was Andalusian; Cervanteswas born in Alcalá de Henares, thirty kilometres from Madrid; onlyFrancisco de Quevedo and Lope de Vega were true Madrid natives.Withthis, we are trying to say that the presence of Rubén Darío in theanthology represents the percentage o
