Chapter 4 Chapter 3 The Birth of Salvador Dali

At 12 o'clock on May 13, 1904, in the city of Figueres, before the learned judge of the city, Miguel Comas Quintana, and his secretary, Francisco Sara y Sa Beria, notary at 20 rue Monturiol in the city, was born in Cadaques, Gerona, married, forty-one-year-old Don Salvador Dali y Cu Xi appeared in court to register the birth of a child in the family register.To this end, he declares as follows: The aforementioned child was born at 8:45 on May 12 this year at No. 20 Monturiol Street. We will name him Salvador Felipe and Yacindo. He is the applicant and his spouse from Barcelona, ​​aged 30 The legal son of Donna Philippa Dom Domenek (who also lived at 20 rue Monturiol)His grandfather was Don Gallo Dali Wiener, now deceased, born in Cadaques; his grandmother, Dona Teresa Cousi Marcos, was born in Rosa.His maternal grandfather was Don Anselmo Domenek Serra, born in Barcelona; his maternal grandmother was Donna Maria Fries Saturne, born in Barcelona.The witnesses are José Mercader, a leather merchant who lives at 20 Calzada de los Monges in the municipality, born in La Bisbal, Gerona; The musician Don Emilio Baigue, of 5 Rue Da, was born in Figueres; both of them were of age.

How resoundingly all the bells struck!The farmer bent over to work in the field straightened his back like an olive tree bent by the north wind.With what noble contemplation he buried his cheek in his callused hands... Behold I Salvador Dahe was just born.The wind died down and the sky was cloudless.The Mediterranean is like a mirror, and on its smooth fish-like back, you can see the colorful rays of the sun shining like scales.They're running out of time, which is great because Salvador Dali doesn't want them anymore. It was on a similar morning that the Greeks and the Phenicians landed at the Gulf of Rossa and the Gulf of Ampulia, and settled in the middle of the plain of Ampurdang, the most solid and objective in the world, to prepare there for my birth The end of civilization and some unique dramatic foreshadowing.

The Cruise Ridge fisherman, too, puts his oars on the racks, and leaves them to sit still, while the water picks them off, and he spits out into the sea the ends of his chewed cigars, while with his rolled-up sleeves Wipe away a teardrop of joy that has long hung in the corner of my eye.How earnestly he looked in my direction! And Narciss Monturiol, you also raised your gray eyes to me.behold!Did you see nothing too?You all, didn't you see anything? In a house on rue Monturiol, a newborn baby is watched over by his parents lovingly all night. Unfortunately for you all!You seriously remember what I want to tell you!Will my death be like this.