Rosario, dynamite, on your pretty hand was the dynamite, its attributes of beast. No one to look at her believed, that there was in her heart a despair of crystals, of shrapnel eager for a battle, thirsting for an explosion. Thus begins the poem that Miguel Hernández dedicated to this militiaman who fought in the north of Madrid during the Spanish Civil War. A young woman with a fast-paced life. I invite you to meet her.

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