Cuando Miguel no fue Miguel

There was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became... Miguel never imagined that these verses, written by the brilliant American poet Walt Whitman, and recited to him one day in the supermarket by a beggar, could help him to better understand the lives of other people. Thanks to another great writer, Alfredo Gómez Cerdá, now young Miguel, and all the readers of this book, will be able to share the anxiety, loneliness, and desolation of those who live on the fringes of society, people who most of us never stop to think about.