“White wonder”: that’s what he used to say Juan Ramon Jimenez (1881-1958) to his hometown, Moguer, where he spent the best years of his life and where he rests in peace. Everything there reminds the poet: the house where he was born, the house where he grew up, the cemetery where he is buried, the street sculptures … Even the tiles stuck in the corners repeat his phrases. “Moguer is like a wheat bread, white inside, like the crumb, and golden surroundings – oh dark sun! -, like the soft crust”.

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