José Hernández

José Hernández was an Argentine poet, journalist, and political figure, best known for his epic poem "Martín Fierro," which is a cornerstone of Argentine literature. Born on November 10, 1834, in a family of humble origins, Hernández's life was characterized by his deep connection to the gaucho culture of the Pampas and his passionate engagement with social issues. His writing reflects the struggles and values of the Argentine people, blending rich folklore with a strong sense of national identity. Hernández's work not only celebrates the gaucho spirit but also critiques the societal injustices of his time, making him a voice for the marginalized in 19th-century Argentina.

As a dedicated writer and public servant, Hernández's contributions extend beyond poetry to include journalism and political activism. He served in various political roles, advocating for the rights and recognition of the rural populace. His authentic depictions and lyrical prowess invite readers to reflect on themes of freedom, justice, and the Argentine landscape. If you’re curious to delve into the heart of Argentine culture through Hernández’s eyes, take a moment to explore his works in this app. Each piece offers a glimpse into the soul of a nation and the timeless struggles of its people.

El Gaucho Martín Fierro

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El Gaucho Martín Fierro es un poema narrativo argentino, escrito en verso por José Hernández en 1872, obra literaria co…

El Gaucho Martín Fierro

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Martín Fierro es un extenso poema gauchesco de José Hernández, obra literaria considerada ejemplar del género ga…

La Vuelta De Mart?n Fierro

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Martín Fierro es un extenso poema gauchesco de José Hernández, obra literaria considerada ejemplar del género ga…

El viejo y la niña

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Cruza un arroyo inocente Sobre un campo de esmeralda, Y a su orilla crece un sauce Reflejándose en sus aguas. …

Los dos besos

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José Hernández



Volaron aquellas horas En que la mente delira: Sin cuerdas está mi lira Y sin fuego el corazón. Y pues…