The poet’s hour: Vicente Salvador

Because Vicente Salvador was one of those who left a mark among his contacts. It is not alone in its intellectual or investigative aspect, but also personal. With a friendly and highly educated demeanor, mai alçava saw him compare his arguments about some of the famous areas he devoted to her. In the end-day obituary published by a colleague from the University of Valencia, Manuel Pérez Saldanya, recalled mateix Salvador’s autobiographical reference: “At the end of life, language became my privileged object of reflection, fascination, and restlessness”. Thus, while addressing the effects of scientific discourse construction with both hands, the limits of discourse compatible with language and literature studies will be emphasized.

Joan Fuster’s knowledge will undoubtedly leave an inevitable mark on the continuity of her education and research. You didn’t need to be one of the two direct witnesses to the attack that the Swedish assassin was going to die in 1981. He shared a morning meeting with his wife and poet Jaume Pérez Montaner. Apart from this anecdote, I would dedicate most of his work to Joan Fuster and the Burjassot poet Vicen Andrés Estellés. He shared the bibliographic pass he brought home with his master. Recognizing his worth, he made two significant donations to the Paterna Library in 2008 and 2019. Vicente evaluated the books and was aware of the importance of his knowledge influencing the supply of all. In this library, Així will inaugurate the Vicente Salvador Chamber, where the second donation is deposited.

Because of his tireless and constant devotion, Vicente did not realize that time was running out. In the last few months, Potser said yes; Anàvem was certainly disgusted by the indisputable signs of his most intimate circle. Vicente se n’anava sense avisarnos. I knew that his work, his teachings, would bear fruit in our minds and hands. Fields are cultivated plants and their name is used to create a protective and dedicated environment. Here is the legacy of seua: the record of a good, wise, and friendly man who will always be part of our record.

Potser ara is a poetic hora, the perennial presència of the suues of great passions, a cost of travel and the production of the attack. He will win the Ciutat de València poetry prize in 1981, the l’Ausiàs March de Gandia in 1984, and the Vicente Andrés Estellés dels Premis prize in October 1992, among others. A short but intense work, grouped into four poems, with great intensity and responses that are both personal and sincere. I remember one of the poems that was due to arrive at the awards ceremony in October 1992, I had barely known the author: “Germà de pluja, incestuós abril / que has mort de llum per carrerons i sèquies, / avui t’enterre i know you will bloom / –amb dits d’ aram excitaràs acàcies” (salt market, 1993). The Comiat is the Comiat of Comiat, per guesswork for me, and Comiat is sure to bloom on a holiday, by embedding in a company, as in Vicente Salvador. I will now thank fate for having had the opportunity to share so many records and so many reviews with lost friends. This is the hour of the poet, the most intimate and intimate jo; this will know how to quote Vincent in seues paraules. Master forever.