From page 2: "Letter From Lorca to Hernandez: My dear poet: I haven't forgotten you. But I'm doing a good bit of living and my pen keeps slipping out of my hand. I think about you often because I know you're suffering in that circle of literary pigs, and it hurts me to see your energy, so full of sunlight, fenced in and throwing itself against the walls. But you'll learn that way. You'll learn to keep a grip on yourself in that fierce training life is putting you through. Your book stands deep in silence, like all first books, like my first, which had so much delight and strength. Write, read, study, FIGHT! Don't be vain about your work. Your book is strong, it has many interesting things, and to eyes that can see makes many interesting things, and to eyes that can see makes clear the passion of man, although, as you say, it doesn't have any more cojones than those of most of the established poets. Take it easy. Europe's most beautiful poetry is being written in Spain today. But, at the same time, people are not fair. 'Perito en Lunas' doesn't deserve that stupid silence. No. It deserves the attention and encouragement and love of good people. You have that and will go on having it because you have the blood of a poet and even when you protest in your letter you show, in the middle of savage things (that I like), the gentleness of your heart, that is so full of pain and light. I wish you'd get rid of your obsession, that mood of the misunderstood poet, for another more generous, public-minded obsession. Write to me. I want to talk to some friends and see if they'll take an interest in 'Perito en Lunas'. Books of poetry, my dear Miguel, catch on very slowly. I know perfectly well what you are like and I send you my embrace like a brother, full of affection and friendship. (Write to me).--Federico **Lorca wrote this letter in 1933, shortly after the publication of Hernandez' first book 'Perito en Lunas' (Skilled in Moons)."