"Senectud" presents us with the difficulty of living and establishing authentic relationships with others, that is, that razor's edge that separates, with a deep and painful cut, happiness from unhappiness. It shows us how true old age is the absence of love, and it does so with a rare capacity for analysis that also distances itself from the world depicted with lucidity and intelligent control. Eugenio Montale called "Senectud" a masterpiece endowed with exceptional power, and Carmen Martín Gaite translates it with particular joy into Spanish.