This is Madrid. Madrid. Homeric city, the cradle and grave of many of us that pour out the joyful days of youth among its streets and wineries, throughout its history it has accepted into its fold non-conforming poets from the four corners of the earth, because one is born a poet in his land, but one is made and perishes in Madrid.No matter where you are from, Madrid never leaves you indifferent, it always offers the rhapsodist who has moved to the capital in search of fortune, a lively space about which to write their verses. If our lives are the rivers as Manrique said, today the Manzanares river has been reborn and is full of life. Poets of Madrid is a generous title, as is Madrid. This anthology shows that the city drew them in from very distant places: Rubén Darío, for example, was born in Nicaragua Valle-Inclán in Galicia Góngora was Andalusian Cervantes was born in Alcalá de Henares, thirty kilometres from Madrid only de Quevedo and Lope de Vega were true Madrid natives.
