Llamadme amparo

A popular stanza opens this collection of poems: "Call me shelter, / the sick man was looking for relief / badly, and I can't find it." Next, Niño de Elche begins to weave different poetic prints dedicated to the idea of ??home, an image that warms the memory and imagery of each one, which protects us against the onslaught of life. From there, amid the mists of oblivion, the image of those parents, Andalusians who settled in Elche to work in the shoe factories, emerges; that house, the kitchen, the table with the oil served on a plate and the salt in a little pile, the mother cooking over low heat; also the memory of having lived among sheep, a single-barreled shotgun that belonged to grandfather and his hunger, the hunger of the ancestors that remains as a trace ... Images in sepia unfold before us, until we reach the child Paco , how he discovers his identity and who he is today, how he continues to transform himself through art and his voice and the presents that life gives, already in vivid colors. Always with "the fortitude of knowing part of a story already written [...] with the determination and tranquility that comes from recognizing that all traces will be erased by time, that great judge of oblivion".