The youngest exponent of the '98 Generation, Antonio Machado (Seville, July 26, 1875 - Colliure, February 22, 1939), ceased to exist eighty years ago, when, frightened by the fascist bombs, he left Barcelona with his mother and other relatives to go into exile where he could not survive, prey to exhaustion and ailment. On the way to what he thought would be salvation, he lost his suitcase loaded with the letters of his Guiomar, sung in his verses. And in the town of Colliure, he lost his life and so did his old mother when she understood, imbued with delirium, that his dear Antonio had left this world.
Music, a brother of poetry, was used as a medium to spread the word of Machado and sow it irremediably in the heart of the world. Joan Manuel Serrat, looking to pay tribute to his countryman bard, selected eleven poems and put them into songs. Since then Machado was spread not only throughout Spain, but in America.