A writer must be a walker of reality, someone who goes out into the world to walk and see, to know and get to know himself. One’s own city, the cities of others, are the setting for the gaze, for the memory, for the discoveries that come our way. Valencia is a splendid city for the writer, for the stroller, to fabulate about it. It is a literary city for those who know how to see it. It has an almost African light. It is full of happy places: its riverbed turned into a park, its old city, the sheds of the port and the sea. Everyone must discover his own intimate city. Here is the city of this author.
El escritor debe ser un paseante de la realidad, alguien que sale al mundo para andar y ver, para conocer y conocerse. La ciudad propia, las ciudades ajenas, son el escenario de la mirada, de la memoria, de los descubrimientos que nos salen al paso. Valencia es una ciudad espléndida para que el escritor, para que el paseante, fabule sobre ella. Es una ciudad literaria para quien sepa verla. Tiene una luz casi africana. Está llena de lugares felices: su cauce del río convertido en parque, su ciudad vieja, los tinglados del puerto, el mar. Cada cual debe descubrir su ciudad íntima. Aquí está la del autor.