Wednesday, October 24, 2007

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Stories Blandino, winner of National Literature "Mariano Fiallos Gill," 2007

We break the silence that has plunged the monotony of work with two stories of the young writer Javier Gonzalez Blandino, student of the career of Philology UNAN-Managua. The reader will find this pair of texts in a rigorous language, worked with the patience of a surgeon. Alone will be the presentation of this author, I hope you enjoy.

Gramma Umbra

Where were you ...? Where I found you without knowing you? Venite. Take my hand, five intermittent plural. I've followed your steps back over thirty when pyres burn your body dismembered in that polished stone cliff remember? Do not look. Someone that afternoon faded, I whispered that afternoon dug my sin, a secret voice of my crime, while you listened with your eyes half open as slits blown into the fog, and sonreístes. It was not my fault. Your body is a bunch of vile offal, organs Forgot spat in an alley. Do not turn to that side of the bed, small veins, I understand that I am helpless this morning, this morning that I know that conjugarte die.

of all I serve this insomnia, you know. This thirst of silence that keeps me silent, this persistence absurd cracked anagrams that make me rubbing your mirror every night in this dump, invert your lines colorless, your back perpendicular to mine, your belly hurt your body in the dim light: A desecrated coffin I threw myself at the cliffs forever. Leave me, I do not want to continue this, andate when completed this line, I have no more to say. Do not you see?

Why do you laugh? You smell of incense and ritual mistletoe. They sometimes just not be repeated against the wall of this room. In a whisper trapped in a drop of amber. A repeat photographs, and portraits hidden frogs ...
- So you've come

another time?
- Yesterday I heard you talking in your sleep, your sleep yesterday, that walk was not suffering upon you, your puff quake, which was not green circundándote your breath, to sustain transitándote: atándote to the rock collapsed in your own presence, but whisper in your flesh softened by the vacuum, your body wet with blood on his back, - your hollow unreachable, your absence ... - I heard you sleep, to die for a moment in the dream-What dream? mine-
- No you can not lie, even were you here yesterday, and the worst is that I do not talk in my sleep-
skirt the edge of the board to its knees and a uniform bending stands, stopping looking a step slow to put on the fingers retracted. In the bureau tries to find the hair clip, crumbling with the back of the hand or other objects. Their presence in the dark is a rustle of clothing and skin, silhouettes and unfinished gestures of stretching joints ...
- keeps saying "... I do of despairing situations.
- I nor spake it, and you matter to you what to say. Bitch, it was you Do not you listen to? - ... of crumbling joints.

always in the distance, Arabic dunes on the horizon of the plain: rusty shadows on the sand, screaming bodies face down to the bottom of themselves trampled dead as the tracks are written on them and I have cold-sink - inclined to each other as falling into the abyss forever exploded cemeteries airmen who believed to the sea and are now mounds that rise with their arms held up for silence. The dunes like taking a handful to the face and eyes eaten away by the haunting sandstone, mouth licking the crumbs incisive, "I have dizziness underground-Flashing-Dunas its presence now that I endorse deleted calligraphically-dunes as two doors open at night flashing their hands and walk-Writing, sunrise and sunset-geminate dunes, a fluttering eyelid-to-wear: blinking.

When the mother walked around the furniture, distracted, she heard a mumbling battered somewhere, and it was then discovered curled up on the floor by the closet: a lump Tremulant, my ears and the palms of the hands of so many busted -lie unburied memories was not the mother, was the father who found him that afternoon then cost of memory, like frames in a newspaper cutting, open-mouthed, encountered by their own fears.
do not understand you, why would I answer that?, You're ranting, what I said was that if you came again,
"Besides who does not, everyone at some point and we were absorbed back the rest, picking up the pieces of the image as when you teach a letter to read it. You know I was watching a movie ...
"For that you are well. Why else answer me?
-Bitch, bitch, bitch ...- moaned and animals, the edge set of my touch stubborn, my contempt "And I love you.
"I heard you hear? I heard footsteps outside, voices respond to the other side of the window, go go, go, I have fear.
- Is not nobody, I was, myself.
- Lie, I beg you
are other voices, stalking eye caves, we have been hearing all this time in reverse recesses, portable planets rotating on us, sniffing that I groom, multiply, reproduce, duplicate without stopping. Listen to them, listening, turn around. Go on, left, menthyl, Illusionist, Contortionist realities, menthyl as you always do, escupime, mess around.
- Bitch, bitch, bitch ... - and I miss you earlier. Carlos

brushed his teeth with his eyes closed, listening to the jet boring the surface, almost threw up, one hand on the key waiting. He got the watch and shirt stuffed into his pants as he walked with his eyes still confused. I think there are more than eight. He closed the door. It probed the keychain in your shirt pocket. Without a glimpse of just chaos, precipitation of the disaster. Don Domingo greeted him at the corner barbershop-oe kiddo! , And Carlos just nodded. Was reading the newspaper headlines on the shelf tripod. He tried to shove and disturbance moving in the middle of the bus. The case made him hindrance to forward. He adjusted his pants, attached to a woman sitting in front of him, dressed in green uniforms and red Lasita embraced the neck. We found the edge of the squeezed within the half-open blouse, bust trembling with every movement. The oversight was aware and smile, get up and brush her crotch with the hip; lowered from behind and walk, stop and forget ...




Friday, August 31, 2007

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Thursday, August 30, 2007

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Hector R. Paruzzo and Luis N. Oyharbide, to rescue the history

Foreword by Héctor Roberto Paruzzo
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

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Monday, August 27, 2007

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Humans are so arrogant, it is so stupid that we believe that civilizations have more "intelligent" know the universe the way we we decided to do and even call him.

believe just because " believe" that we are really so smart to assume that our media are like or similar in any way less advanced and others (even more stupid ) more advanced, and whatever it is that you send, in economic macroinversiones may be read, seen, read, decoded, or any other action that explain our codes we are and do, without taking into account that we probably we are surrounded by those same messages from other civilizations know that there are "other" as ours but to be like we just can not understand, see, or intuit ... And that just happens the same in the other direction, and everything is always treated as a simple and obvious "communication problem." Not all talk the same language or understand the same codes on this Earth, it becomes unrealistic to think that other civilizations may see or understand in the universe as we know it.

's as simple as it is not known: not seen. Is non-existent because it is not known, I really do not have notion of what it is, but it is. And the essence is so pure and universal that is synthesized in a : communication problems ....

So while you have the privilege to be understood at least one person must know how to use real communication, not suppressed or subjected to the whims of the ego.
is how I see it .... F!

Sunday, August 26, 2007

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

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Instructions for Life:

Welcome to life, being alive is something that while it may seem eternal is something really ephemeral so before entering into it, be prepared to experiment, learn and do what for you today is unimaginable.

trauma Do not worry about reaching it will be completely erased from his memory, the memory is a double-edged sword, please, use discretion and be very cautious about what you store on it because if you store unnecessary information you may suffer from "bad memories "and the bad memories of life are something you do not want to have and might be inclined to store" fond memories "opportunities that will serve as medicine for the soul. Soul is You as is right now.

Upon reaching the full life you possess the ability to have feelings, it is up to you to know how to use this ability to be a human be good or bad feelings, but you can not even wanting or without them, do not panic FEEL good, you decide who prefer to sit.

will know and feel something called love, this will be nurtured in its early stages by another human being who will receive the title "Mother, if you discover that being alive has no mother, do not worry someone will be in stages initial show you what the AMOR.Repetimos not worry.

stages of life vary according to each human being, but they say that the initial stage is childhood, which is usually pleasant; you at this stage has the potential to make your life what you want , try to keep through their dreams and desires even if they seem impossible, they will be in later stages will give satisfaction, it can happen that on entering the second stage called youth living experiences do you seek to suppress their desires and then know the PAIN.

PAIN has two variables, you can feel it in your body, but tends to heal and if not do not worry so healthy and will eventually die, but can also sense in the soul, remember that you are a soul, if the invade the soul pain will have the option of choosing heal forgiveness or forgetfulness, or have the option of suffering forever and take it with you through their lives to come. You decide.

You have a body that will have sex, may be you male or female, in each case will be assigned characteristics both physical and mental and spiritual make your life something fascinating or a torment, not worry, it's not their fault, are things inherent in the gender assigned to them. It happens to be in your body and having sex well defined physically you feel "different", do not worry, accept yourself and devote yourself to enjoy life. Life is for living.

is expected during the life you feel love for a person of the opposite sex (this may be the same, do not worry ) This feeling will make you believe that you have wings, but pay attention to who generates the feeling. When you feel this kind of love is called Being in love, when you feel live it to the maximum, over the years and new trends often mutate the feeling and then you. may feel the opposite. At present to join a person you. loves you or that person are guaranteed to be something for life, be smart and choose love someone you can live the experience as much as possible, if you or someone else will just LOVE, is consistent with whom he loved and who loved him. You can be your friend and ally for life. If you do not take this into consideration may win a host of bad memories and remember that they are unnecessary and useless beyond this life. We have appointed

FRIEND, friendship is the most sincere form of love you can give to someone without expecting anything in return and in the same form will be retried, be selective, not all around you will be able to be your friend, hear the word enemy, the enemy knows you are a concept created by the movies, and movies are fictional projections of life ... If not your friend, do not call him an enemy, or call and leave either.

the hand of the sex and other experiences you will know the pleasure, the sensation of pleasure one of the most coveted people live fairly brief pleasure most often through the early stages that someone (whom he did the same, do not judge is not guilty) tells you allowed to sit, and worse afford pleasure is bad, our recommendation is: Ignore anyone who intends to suppress their ability to feel pleasure . Pleasure not only feel, but also gives you during your life will have the ability to give pleasure to other beings around him. Do not confuse the pleasure goes beyond sex, and physical, you with over the years means that since birth has felt pleasure from feeding, to laugh, help, eat, cry, mourn, all you will find a pleasure. Be courteous and allow yourself to live.

adulthood is one in which you are expected to live independently, be cautious and try not to miss this recommendation for your next trip, because even in adulthood, you will live and know things like: betrayal, heartbreak, grief, melancholy, suspicion, cruelty, wickedness, and a long list of things that come into your life one way or another, and that you rely on that long pass or fail mark .

you as an adult is ready to give life, before he could do but was not ready, you now. will be ready if you have the opportunity of life for others as you have the chance to progress in their ways. And has the ability to give life, you can remove it, be aware, it is said that only one entity is commonly called God gives or takes it from you. Remember you read it better and take care to give it and if not better not to invent.


Then come old age, but for when you have accumulated many experiences as you need to know how to lead, practice patience during all previous phases, will cost you some time to develop, but when you get your pension, if he comes and it die, know that all As happens to your body is natural and means that in a few years everything will happen.

After aging, you will experience the greatest sense of freedom one, we call "death " and no more than the return to self, death can come naturally or accidentally, do not worry once you've killed will not notice and there is no suffering that is an aspect of feelings. In life and what you hear or live in it, you feel an aversion to death or is it that all you need insurance once you reach the life, you depend on to be a beautiful death or simply death. When you die, because they will die like all those who live in the past life will all that accumulated in her physical and material level, therefore, our recommendation is to focus on spiritual wealth accumulate more experiences for the soul that will definitely be the ones you been accumulated and will continue until you have the fortune of not having to live longer.

is important that you know and remember that everything that happens in life is your sole responsibility, not try to evade or assign to third parties, once you enter the more so in young adulthood , all that lives, owns and happen to be pleasing or not, it is your responsibility. So to work towards it and not against it.

And last recommendation we suggest you always try to live from love, to develop the capacity of forgiveness, even to yourself, something is the first feeling you feel like something nice and not evade their fears, fears will be taken to overcome the obstacles that are on their fate to be overcome and transcend, do not hurt anyone, and if they bother you understand that people will not have the same ability to live from love.

BE HAPPY! Welcome ... I hope to finish your trip, buckle up ... The plane is about to fall ...

F!

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

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Friday, August 10, 2007

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"Being National Literature Marechal, Borges and Sabato"

FOREWORD OSVALDO VERGARA BERTICHE

BE NATIONAL CULTURE

and Héctor Roberto Paruzzo is author of the paper "National Being and Literature", the We show in this release the first part: "The National Being Literature Marechal, Borges and Sabato" and as he warns, "is an attempt to trace in the literature of three of our leading exponents," taking the first its three novels: "Adam Buenosayres", "The Banquet" and "megaphone", because "in the comings and goings of the characters are raised and discussed all the problems about the meaning and destiny of our nation," the story "The South" the second in which "illustrates the discord of the double line, European and Creole," while "On Heroes and Tombs" of the third, the cry of the intellectual torn Bruno: "The national, my God, what was the national! - Take us to the crux of the matter ".

Also states that" eventually the genre of the novel is an anthropology, and therefore a valid instrument for the investigation of the national ".

is in" Culture and a national "where Juan José Hernández Arregui said that" Through the successive reductions applied to the concept, we see that the national being dry is not a category of spirit. It is a live political event by multiple factors bolted natural, historical and psychic the historical consciousness of a people. " (...) The national being expressed as national culture. But what is culture? In its brief definition is the set of material and spiritual goods produced by a human group, and gives way to coexistence and coetaneous of a national community, more or less homogeneous in their psychological characterization compared to other communities "While

the "national" must sees "identity" and this in turn with the quake, with the magnetism of the land that defines the personality and primeval, this is where there is a big flaw: it is part of prejudgment and thus no knowledge is transmitted from the deep past is unknown, there is widespread dissemination of the history and old passions remain dormant on the thinking and actions of the protagonists.

"Argentines have and we know who we are, be clear about our identity, what is our national consciousness. Do not be clarified on this, you run the risk of being absorbed culturally egocentric or behave as sectarian."

latter means that we must adhere to any universal manifestation, and above the individual target share in the common destiny of humanity. At least in this we are one with the whole and not to join in an encompassing concept, but rather is involved in all without compromising the identity.

be clear that we are and where we go, without sacrificing the cultural individuality, shared with all the world our approach to life, compatibility concerns, desires and ideals and discuss proposals for a better world, but not subtract join efforts to achieve the ultimate integration of what is now termed the "global village" the "common house", as a result of globalization.

But to fully participate in this concept we have to check the meaning of "what is to be Argentine" and not "what we imagine to be." Have the courage to recognize our limitations and from there to work with authenticity creating national consciousness and defining our self as a nation.

national consciousness is formed from an identification with that past which continues to be national.

We must, therefore, to recreate the love of history, which are the basis of nationality. It is in history where the common thread that will save the potholes that disrupt the horizontality and continuity of life as a nation.

And in that story, among many others, is the poetic and literary works of our authors. It is from there, where Paruzzo, invites us to take a specific look Marechal, Borges and Sabato. Leopoldo Marechal

left a literary work that includes poetry, novels, plays and essays. He was a teacher and a secondary school teacher and no doubt a man committed to the national. He says: "I think a poet is truly where the voice of the People, that is, when it expresses in its essence, when told by those who do not know how to say and sing for those who can not sing," adding: "The man by the mere fact of birth is committed, and no compromise is a way of engaging .(...) Do you know that during a storm the lion faces the wind so the fur does not mess up? I do the same: give the face of all problems is the best way to keep hair. "

In the case of Jorge Luis Borges, Marcelo Pichon Riviere who gives us some signs to support that "if the work of a writer is not important, is the memory of their gestures, certain anecdotes of their passage through this or that magazine or literary movement. Its shares become ghostly, like distant sounds in a beach dominated by the incessant noise of the sea. "But" when his books, however, have built something solid and multiple readings draw the map of an imaginary library, the author has gone to stay. His tomb is a stronghold, his books, weapons that are brighter than the darkness. Because, really, after his death, the writer began his real challenge: to live in their texts without strategic appearances in the media, no controversial acts that ignite interest or contempt. "

And this is the feat without a break has undertaken the work of Jorge Luis Borges. A Borges, who is still some question.

Perhaps there are those who do so for a simple intellectual blindness, or ignorance of the totality of his work or why not, for a tiny glimpse of what it means to political antagonism.

In 1923, before embarking on his second trip to Spain, twenty-four years old, Borges published his first book, "Fervor de Buenos Aires", where emotionally confess that, finally, "the streets of Buenos Aires / already my core. " Are thirty-three poems so heterogeneous that refer to a card game (the trick), Juan Manuel de Rosas, exotic or Benares, although also delights in a courtyard anonymous "in the dark friendliness / a porch, arbor, and a cistern." Borges has written that "at that time looking for the sunsets, the slums and misery"

And in 1925, back in Buenos Aires, he published another book of poems, "moon face", where the young Borges exalted nationalism is resolved elegiac verses as: "Pampa / I descry your delves outside width, / I'm bleeding to death in the sunsets."

In 1926 published a book of essays "The size of my hope." In this work, the fervor for the Argentine Borges knows no restraint. So say that "the plain and the suburb are gods, and 1928 comes to light the essay "The Language of the Argentines."

appear In 1929 the famous verses of "Mythical Foundation of Buenos Aires." And in 1930, when the tragic Strike Uriburu to democracy, is the year of publication of Carriego Evaristo, "which proposes a kind of fanciful biography of the poet.

was published in 1935, his famous "Universal History of Infamy." This collection contains the famous story "Man on Pink Corner" where Borges somehow still carving the mythical profile Buenos Aires started in "Evaristo Carriego." "In this sense, it seems clear that the territory is utopian Borges Buenos own Transubstantiated Aires so legendary. "

In 1960 appears" The Maker ", a collection of short texts and poems dedicated to Leopoldo Lugones. And in 1964 published the poetry collection" The Other ", the same, containing his famous poem conjectural "that elaborates on the assassination of the hero Francisco de Laprida:" I who longed to be someone else, be a man / of statements, books, opinions, / open will lie between swamps, / but I deifies unexplained chest / a secret joy . At last I find myself / with my South American destination. "In 1965 he published a book of letters of milongas.

When in 1983 Borges was invited to visit the Normal School" Mariano Acosta " who met 109 years, students will read an anonymous tenth payador unknown. Everyone knew that the minstrel was not unknown, but it was Elijah Carpenter, who with eighty-five years, revived the old office of the gauchos.

When he finished tenth, Borges patted his shoulder and said payador. "Excuse me, Carpena, I have brought in a car, I, really, wanted to come riding on a piebald pink ...». "In an overo Rose ..." like that of Faust Estanislao del Campo, "freight new couple ...."

Borges himself says that "one person asked me: If you were born here Where would you have liked to be born?. In Tucumán and Suipacha street in Buenos Aires. I told him because the question was made with malicious intent. She wanted me to stay on as a traitor and say I wanted to be born in Scotland or Norway. Or better yet: In Texas. But no: I had wanted to be born in Buenos Aires, I'm sorry. I used to be who I am. Had he been born anywhere ... In Yorkshire ... would not I who was born there, but someone else ...".

list would be extensive and written situations that show the writer within the national spectrum of Argentines. Summing up we can say as Beatriz Sarlo that " Borges, cosmopolitanism is the condition which makes it possible to invent a strategy for Argentina literature.

And Paruzzo alert saying "let's face it, Borges is the most typical and genuine representative of a cosmopolitan country, fed by several rivers immigration, they are still amalgamating.

Ernesto Sabato, for his part, says: "The current literature should be interpreted or judged within the context of the total crisis of our time. Literature is moving ever closer to philosophy. The contemporary novel is the most complex of the spirit. Argentines language has its own justification and validity and should be used in the work without prejudice. The novel seeks a new land of hope in this world of wars, and it is a form of salvation. "

A Sabato also worth reading is that, less pessimistic and hardly apocalyptic, which took a deep look at our character through the tango.

In "Tango, discussion and key", which he dedicated to Borges Sabato, the most interesting of the book are the first five parts: "hybridism", "Sex," "Unhappy", "Bandoneon" and "Metaphysics", where the writer plunges his pen, with the thoroughness and patience of a scalpel, in the depths of the soul of Argentina in the big city.

In "hybridism" for example, disputes with the pilgrim spirit controversial thesis of Carlos Ibarguren: "The Argentine tango is not." Sabato argues that the hybridism, ie the mixture of cultures (acculturation), besides being unavoidable, is always fruitful. "Even those Olympian Greek gods, that some teachers represent the epitome of purity, can exhibit an impeccable pedigree indigenous" he says.

also, perhaps recklessly, says that tango is not merely a lascivious dance. "I think it's exactly backwards," and proves it by saying that "artistic creation is an act almost invariably antagonistic vanishing act of rebellion "in this case, an escape from the brothel, the piringundines underworld.

In "Unhappy" Sabato draws a ruthless figure of the Argentine, from the idea that the tango is "a sad thought that is danced." In "Bandoneon" outlines its history, but continues by outlining the "essential features of the country ...: mismatch, nostalgia, sadness, frustration, drama, discontent, resentment and the problematic nature." Sabato concludes with "Metaphysics", diagnosis, openly, about being in Argentina.

also wondered: "What are we? Where do we go? What truth is our country? And he answers: "We are something new that really is brewing here, something truly original in this chaos of races and cultures ... literature, this hybrid expression of the human spirit that lies between pure art and thought, between fantasy and reality can leave a profound testament to this predicament, and perhaps the only creation that can do it ...".

In conclusion it can be seen both references mentioned in this introduction and the excellent work of Héctor Roberto informed Paruzzo, which is of particular importance in determining the site of national memory, to venture into the whole literary work of these authors rescue ourselves from them as well, not forgotten, keep the fruitful experiences in order to exist and to transmit values \u200b\u200bfrom generation to generation. Introduction

ROBERTO HECTOR PARUZZO

literature, because language is fiction. However, for that matter, is a reflection of the problems of the human soul and its discussion in the real world. One such problem is that of identity, both individually and collectively. And here comes the much-buffeted and discussed the problem of national identity.

Ours is an attempt to trace in the literature of three of our best examples:
Leopoldo Marechal, Jorge Luis Borges and Ernesto Sabato. The

take their first three novels: "Adam Buenosayres", "The Banquet" and "megaphone."

In the comings and goings of the characters are raised and discussed all the problems about the meaning and destiny of our nation.

The story "El Sur" illustrates the discord of the second double line, European and Creole.

While "On Heroes and Tombs" of the third, the cry of the intellectual torn Bruno "The national, my God, what did country?" us to the crux of the matter. Finally
postulate that the genre of the novel is an anthropology, and therefore a valid instrument for the investigation of the national.

Note: This text, now updated, was presented as a paper at the First Conference of Culture and National Identity, held in the Centro Cultural "Bernardino Rivadavia" in September de1986, then released in pieces in the magazine "Acting" , from No. 1, May 1992, Rosario.

NATIONAL BEING IN THE LITERATURE OF MARECHAL, Borges and Sabato

Basically the literature, because language is fiction. What is the meaning of being a verbal construction, a cosmos of words. The best example of this is the "Ulysses" by James Joyce, where the only real character is the language. And aptly says Anderson Imbert: "Literature is one form of fiction. Fictio-onis fingere comes from, which in Latin meant, first pretending, lying, cheating, and secondly, shaping, compounding, kneading" Y added with successful approach: "The literature, all of it, is always fiction. And looking good, is not fiction as we think? The literature is certainly not the only human activity that falsifies and distorts reality. Even science does. Only that science does in spite of it and instead distorts literature and distorts the reality of purpose. " (1)

To which I add that, however and for that reason exactly, is a reflection of problems of the human soul and its discussion in the real world.

German Expressionism, with its exasperated distortion of reality, has managed to express the contemporary man tearing better than any historical document. Even, as in the case of Kafka, literature is an advance on the symptoms cause discomfort future of civilization. That also happens to Sade, Dostoevsky and others and in some way with Artl in our country.

One of the problems, we would say that basic human soul is that of identity, both individually and collectively. And here is sufficient to quote the famous words: "do not live by bread alone man, indeed material other than safety, man needs to live a sense, therefore it is essential to know who and where it is located. Hence the religion, philosophy, sociology, anthropology and so forth.

But beyond our focus out to investigate these areas of human. We limit ourselves to literature. Within this, we will mention in passing that the romantic, especially Germany, is the one that took a dive in the national characteristics of each town through folklore.

say in passing, because I want to go directly to my topic and take Argentina contemporary literature only three of its authors to make tracking "My aim is not other-the so shaken and discussed the problem of national identity. They are

Leopoldo Marechal, Jorge Luis Borges and Ernesto Sabato. Needless to ponder these exponents of our letters. If you apologize for neglecting other authors as significant as these, the case of a Mallea, for example. But that would require a study of more vast proportions and is beyond the preset limits for this job.

think, moreover, that the three writers chosen are contained all the design approaches that question, indeed, I would argue that all thinking Argentina from Sarmiento to Martínez Estrada is experientially discussed by the characters of "Adam Buenosayres" or "On Heroes and Tombs" (where is questioned Hernández Arregui).

Therefore, in these two great novels, and Sabato Marechal respectively, as in the story "THE SOUTH" by Borges, and in the third and last of the first author said, "megaphone or WAR, we find implicitly or explicitly, with his two Argentine Mallea, visible and invisible, and the original trial that was Scalabrini Ortiz with his "man standing alone and waiting."

The latter, in the form of "never sufficiently praised pony Bernini", we'll live and live as one of the protagonists of "Adam." In this novel, and we are already fully installed in our case, Marechal martinfierrista evokes adventure in which he participated (Adam is just his own transcript).

The action takes place in the decade of the twentieth, mythical and unforgettable, the famous and florid Florida and Boedo brawls in which our literature has grown in content and form, hence, with other names, we see in the novel appear in leading roles, apart from the said Scalabrini, Borges (Luis Perez), Xul Solar (the astrologer Schultze) Francisco Luis Bernardez (Franky Admusen) and James Fijmann (the singular Samuel Tesler), among others.

I can not, given how big it is, treat the entire book, I will say that, published in 1948, was forgotten on the shelves of the Editorial Sudamericana until 1965, when it was called boom of "The Banquet of Severo Arcangelo "(the second novel by Marechal) boom that rescued not only the first but the author himself, who had suffered a boycott of nearly 10 years after the fall of Peronism in 1955, due to their party.

In this book is about the spiritual crisis of the poet Adam Buenosayres (which is like saying the first man in Buenos Aires), which is the same writer who, after living it would return to the bosom of Catholicism. In other works of mine have made it clear that neither the Marechal Peronism was a fan and his Catholicism closed. (2)

What interests us here is rather mundane adventures of the character and, above all, the third book, which tells the famous tour "malevi-FUNEBRI-Putani-suburban" and is an attempt of inquiry Creole roots. Let's see.

This ghostly farce that is the issue to the suburbs of Saavedra, all the controversies that were stuck, while divided, the intellectuals of that generation, revived in the form of symbols and allegories. Thus, in the middle of the night, the heroes of this journey (which aims is to attend a funeral where they know they will one mentao daddy) will see the emergence of the Indian, the gaucho, the cocoliche, neocriollo, etc., and give more time for reactions found. Quote from some long, depending on whether you can appreciate the mechanics of narrative and style.

"Del Solar did not justify the anachronistic lament Bernini (just disappear in the dark the Indian raid) for the extinction of a race which, after all, pertained more to the prehistory to the history of Argentine . But (there was the mother of sheep), that indigenous roots, shortly before his death, had left in the pampa an offspring suffering, an extension of his blood, a crucial type flower of war. And to hear these remarks of the guide, one image came to mind and adventurers came to his lips in a word: the Gaucho!
- The gaucho 'said Del Solar in funereal tone -. Born of love or hate (who knows!), We see work on the foundations of the country, dark, yes, but with the darkness of the foundations, underground, maintain all external grace architecture.

- The picture is good - Adam Buenosayres recognized, by dint of an expert.
- A clear-maligned Franky plagiarism. Despite

However, most of the heroes showed their pious attitude that is given over to the emotion of that memory. But in the group were two men whose hearts, perhaps hardened glacial pole of metaphysics, no signs of any tenderness, were Samuel Schultze Tesler and astrologer.

- Death of Literature - Samuel muttered - has invented an incredible story about a poor mestizo. The gaucho of the legend never existed.
- What has not existed? - Shouted Pereda full of righteous indignation -. Since colonial travelers to the chroniclers of the past century ... But Schultze spoke
here resolutely
- I admit the existence of the gaucho - declared -. But it was as described in the poetry, if it was rebellious to any order system without hierarchical principles, thug and a vagabond, I think it is gone.
God, and stir to be assembled in the field of creolists not so great either Schultze had uttered blasphemy!
- If the gaucho is dead - he called Del Solar - is because we killed the Americans like you!
- The defeat of Santos Vega - Adam mysteriously ruled ... "(3)

And this invocation causes the appearance of the legendary character. It really is to continue reading. But enough with this one example to see what basis are the issues faced. The leiv-motif is the quest for "Earth Spirit" (the influence of German romantic literature-Escabrini Bernini Ortiz) through anthropological pose (American Indian origin), geological (soil formation Pampa) and historical-social ( fate of the Aborigines, immigration, uprooting Argentina), the Creole (questioning of the metaphysical exaltation by the Upper Room outskirts led by Perez-Borges.

now ask me what is the position of the Marechal own. I will answer, trying synthesize, it is the picturesque oppose any mystification that separates us from a more genuine interpretation of Argentine man and an American. With great balance, without snobbery-European chauvinism but naive, he tried to integrate the European cultural heritage with Hispanic roots, what he called "the embrace of Homer with Santos Vega."

Of course, one can not rule Marechal conception mythic-religious-metaphysical. In this regard I refer those interested to book Graciela Coulson: "Marechal, passion metaphysics" or my article "The esoteric in the work of Marechal." (4)

Within this context, our author concerned the possible fate of Argentina as well as the causes of frustration National: "The story is also an art of the possible! Before our eyes we have the scenario (geography), the actors are ready (a village) and the notion of drama or comedy to be represented there (the national happen). Suddenly a great weakness, a total neglect of the instructions, an abandonment of the stage, the actors and the drama! What happened here? An abortion from happening? ". (5)

"Megafón or war", which belongs to this appointment, was the Marechal posthumous novel, published in 1970, the year of his death. It distinguishes three successive Argentine, who called men of action, betrayal and repair for to as many stages of our history.

The third type would be played by the intellectual neo-idealism as the protagonist of the play, which uses two battles, one terrestrial and one celestial. The aim of the first is to expose the negative characters: the general-president, the economist, the oligarch, the capitalist, the U.S. ambassador, the cardinal, and so on.

The second, with a root-mythic occult, the metaphysical search for identity to be a national of Argentina.

Marechal To conclude we will refer to their ultimate hope, embodied in the metaphor of the "homeland" snake "and where we find the echo of Argentina's visible and invisible Mallea.

"You recently spoke of a" people "dipped" - tells Megafón the chronicler of his "battles" - and I would say that truth is more cheerful. It is true that the old peeling sticks and stifles outside, but the Viper has already built another skin beneath her. So that now, while consuming external figurones death with a dignity and putrefaction of a style, the inner skin of the Viper wants to surface and show their scales bright sun. Do you understand? (6).

And that means, but in the plural, can be directed to all Argentines.

Let's move to Borges, who otherwise appears personally at both ends of this work, and questioned first in the "Adam" is advocated later in his Argentine "On Heroes"

"sent him to study Greek at Oxford, we are told in the first - and literature at the Sorbonne and philosophy in Zurich, and then return to Buenos Aires to get up to a criollo verija phonograph! " And later added: "The trouble is that Don Luis had wanted to take their literature suburban mystical fervor to the point of inventing a false mythology, where the locals take on outlaws, not only heroic proportions, but even vague outlines metaphysics. " (7)

Since that time almost 22 years, he has been criticizing Borges, not only his Creole (*), but also everything that relates to his work, his life and his death in Switzerland.

Repeated ad nauseam, that allegations are well known: foreign "stateless oligarcón with an uncompromising literature and back to the country, to be the best English-speaking writer, beloved son of the British crown, and other things even stronger. Currently, in 2001, seems to reverse this situation and Borges is already a projection Argentina international glory.

But I could see, when I've given talks about it lately, which remains for many a bad word and when I defend it insulted me every time I made a few notes on television.

And not only in our country but that also happened in Montevideo, where the Uruguayans were offended that our author had treated Artigas smuggler. Those things! But neither before nor now reads, or at least read it seriously. (*)

Faced with this denial of the Argentine Borges Sabato it goes out in his "On Heroes and Tombs": "What could it be but Argentine-Bruno responds to Martin, is a typical domestic product. Even his Europeanism is a national . A European is not Europe: European just ... There is something very Argentinian is his best things: a certain nostalgia, a sadness metaphysical ... Actually say silly things about what should be the literature of Argentina. The important thing is to be deep. And if not deep is useless to put gauchos or hoodlums is scene. The most representative writer of Elizabethan England was Shakespeare. However, many of his works are not even developed in England ... And what amuses me most is that Mendez repudiate the European influence on our writers.

"Based on what? This is the most fun, in a philosophical doctrine elaborated by the Jew Marx, Engels German and Greek Heraclitus. If we consistent with those critics should write Querandí on hunting the ostrich. Anything else would be adventitious and unpatriotic. Our culture comes from there. How can we help? And why avoid it ... True atheists are indifferent, cynical. And what could be called atheism of the country are cosmopolitans, those individuals who live here and could live in Paris or London. They live in a country and a hotel. But let's be fair: Borges not one of those, I think it hurts the country in some way, though of course it does not have the sensitivity or generosity to hurt the country that can hurt a field laborer or a worker Refrigerator. "(8)

And let's face it, Borges is the most typical and genuine representative of a cosmopolitan country, fed by several rivers immigration, they are still amalgamating:
" Six million Argentines - Bruno exclaims intellectual , transcript of Sabato himself - English, Italians, Basques, Germans, Hungarians, Russians, Poles, Yugoslavs, Czechs, Syrians, Lebanese, Lithuanians, Greeks, Ukrainians. Oh Babylon, the Galician city of the world's largest, the largest Italian city in the world, and so on.

more pizzerias in Naples and Rome together. "The national! My God! What was the national? "(9).

The absurdity is that Borges who criticize us, the descendants of all these immigrations products and fruit of all contradictions. Moreover, these critics do not call or Pincén Ñancul but have resonant names Italic, English, French, and even British. And forget that Borges is descended from the heroes and legislators who shaped the country, which also carries in his veins the blood of Indians, so we could say, "There is Buenos Aires. The time it brings men love or money, I just let me off this rose, this empty maze of streets repeating the names of my blood pasts: Laprida, Cabrera, Soler, Suarez ... Names that resonate secret and targets, the republics, horses and happy mornings victories, military deaths ... ç

And this poem Martin repeats the protagonist of "On heroes ...", Alejandra Vidal Olmos, a symbol of the soul tormented Argentina.

In my case, if I had to show the Argentine Borges, take his first three books of poetry: "Fervor de Buenos Aires", 1923, "moon face", 1925, and "Book of St. Martin" (* ) 1929, but I will refer only to the introduction of his story "The South"
"The man who landed in Buenos Aires in 1871 named Johannes Dahlmann and was pastor of the evangelical church, in 1939, one of his grandsons Juan Dahlmann, was secretary of a municipal library in the street and felt deeply Córdoba Argentina.

Her maternal grandfather had been that Francisco Flores, 2-line infantry, who died on the border of Buenos Aires speared by the Indians in Catriel, in the enmity between their two families, Juan Dahlmann (perhaps driven by the Romantic blood) that ancestor chose the romantic or romantic death. A box with the daguerreotype of a bearded, expressionless man, an old sword, joy and courage of certain music, the strophes of Martin Fierro, years, boredom and loneliness, to foster this criollismo voluntary, but never ostentatious ...". (11)

Needless to say that this passage is autobiographical. "They're just false circumstances, time and one or two names, "as he would in another story," Emma Zuns. "Indeed, Borges was a librarian at the time, his grandfather was actually Francisco Borges, who died in 1874 during the uprising against Sarmiento, Mitre, Avellaneda and whose final "romantic" Eduardo Gutierrez memorably described in his "Sketches and military silhouettes.

Moreover, essentially, in this story is the dichotomy of the soul Argentina can be translated as "worship cult book and courage" or "civilization and barbarism." Sarmiento is the best example of this, just read carefully the "Facundo". Turning now to

Sabato and his "On Heroes and Tombs", we say that there are many pages of the novel devoted to reflection on the Argentinean. In fact, the whole work is a glimpse of our national reality from the British invasion until the fall of Peron in 1955.

People who want to centralize exclusively to this issue, I recommend the book "The national culture at the crossroads" where our author met what I was dispersed in different works. I now cite two fragments of the novel that convincingly illustrate the problem of our identity: "Yes, the nostalgia of the old D'Arcangelo, Bruno commented to himself," ... But here everything was nostalgic, because few countries must be in the world is that this resentment was repeated so often: in the English first, because they longed for their homeland far away, then the Indians, because they longed for their lost freedom, your own sense of existence later in the gauchos displaced by civilization gringa, exiles of their own land, recalling the golden age of their savage independence, in the old patriarchs Creoles, like Don Pancho, because they felt that this beautiful time of generosity and courtesy had become the time for pettiness and lies and immigrants, in short, because they missed their old homeland, their ancient customs, legends, its Christmas by the fire. "(12)

But how does all this experience he comes to be the result of these entwined posthumously? Let the feelings of Martin, who in the novel becomes the prototype of the Argentine again: "But he Martin, when he had a mother? And this country seemed so bleak, so rough and unprotected. Because (as well as Bruno said, but now he could not remember but rather felt it physically, as if she were outdoors in the midst of a furious storm) was our misfortune that we had not finished raising a nation when the world had given rise to crack and then began to crumble, so here we did not have even this pretense of eternity in Europe are mileposts or Mexico or Cuzco. Because here (said) we are not Europe or America, but a fractured region, an unstable, tragic, turbulent and tearing fracture site. So here everything was more transient and fragile, there was nothing solid to cling to, the man looked more threatening and more ephemeral status ...". (13)

Martin

What is our situation and I think we must take fully with all its contradictions, without resorting to false criticisms. I think this is the first step to find our identity, as the sick man worth the example-can only be able to heal when you accept that it is trying to heal itself and works.

Finally, as is demonstrated in the work of Marechal, Borges and Sabato, I have postulated that the novel genre as seriously addressed, is an anthropology. Is not this absolutely original mine, is implicit in the thinking of Sabato and especially in this paragraph, "The writer and his ghosts" where expressly referring to the crisis and noted:
"What us Where do we go? What is our national truth: We are something new that really is brewing here, something truly original in this chaos of races and cultures ... literature , this hybrid expression of the human spirit that lies between art and pure thought, between fantasy and reality can leave a profound witness of this trance, and perhaps the only creation who can ...". (14)

And is that literature, and specifically the novel, the monster hybrid may reflect this hybrid monster that is man, this cross between an angel and the beast, that tear between spirit and matter.

Moreover, the novel itself absorbs all the other genres and draws, therefore, history, essays, science, language, arts, religion and history of religions, philosophy, etc.. And he gives as experiential and immediate.

also recreates (Marechal case in the "Adam" and Sabato "On Heroes") colloquial language of a place and time, plus the various sectors of a given society.

As anthropology draws on informants, who is the man in the street or town, the palace or the cottage, which is the concrete man, and plays in its pages with the real heartbeat of the blood.

I will refer, however, the authority of a great Russian thinker, someone who deeply weighed on European thought, although usually not named him, I mean Nicholas Berdyaev, who Sabato has this in his " Men and gears. " This philosopher, who also influenced Camus said, referring to the author of "The Underground Man:" Dostoevsky is, above all, a great anthropologist. "

And we all know that the author of "Crime and Punishment" is one of the greatest novelists of the nineteenth century and the basis of all contemporary novel. He continues

Berdyaev: "Dostoevsky is an investigator of human nature, he discovers a new science of man and applies a research method, hitherto unknown. The science of art, or, if preferred, the scientific art of Dostoevsky studies the infinite folds and its unlimited human nature "(15)

After this, is it unusual that puts forward the novel as an anthropology? On the contrary, and everything seen, we can say that is a valid tool in the investigation of this most complex and sensitive, and as troubled as problematic is the issue that must be a citizen.

And it is that we raise the issue as a whole and not partially as often the case with theories that speak, not of man but of an abstraction, that they just rejected Unamuno when he said he wanted the man and not an idea man.

So I think that my proposal is, at least, to be taken into account. (*)

Notes: *) See the articles of HRP on these issues in particular in Part II.

(1) E. Anderson Imbert, "Theory and technique of story," Marymar, 1979, Buenos Aires
(2) HR Paruzzo: "Marechal, the poet deposed" magazines "Compass" No. 6, Ros. November 1984 and "From A to Z" N º 18, dic. 2000, Ros. "The esoteric in the work of Marechal", journal Cristiano Rosicrucian No. 11, No. 11, Ros. 1986, which contains an article I wrote earlier "Marechal, Catholic or esoteric" appeared in "silver bells", No. 1, Ros. 1969.
(3) Adam Buenosayres, Edit. Sudamericana , BA 1979, 4 th edition (p. 215)
(4) See note 2.
(5) Megafón, Edit. Sudamericana, Issue 1. 1970 (p. 155)
(6) Idem (p. 16 )
(7) Adam (p. 154 and 665)
(8) On Heroes, Manufacturing, Third Edition, 1964 (p. 182-3)
(9) Idem (p. 155)
(10) Idem (p. . 112)
(11) Works, Emecé, 1974, 8 th ed. (P. 525)
(12) On Heroes "(p. 189)
(13) idem (p. 235)
(14) Aguilar, 3 rd ed. Buenos Aires 1967 (p. 38)
(15) The spirit of Dostoyevsky "Lohlé, 1 st ed. 1978 (p. 34)

Thursday, August 2, 2007

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BOOKS AUTHOR OF HECTOR ROBERTO PARUZZO



Portuguese edition

IN COLLABORATION WITH MAXS FELINFER

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For the Framers of Our Identity
Interest Declared by the Municipality of Rosario
Decree 19542 of March 8, 2001


Héctor Roberto Paruzzo carrying in their hands the Order of the Anvil
for which it was awarded for Analysis Journal of Disclosure

Osvaldo

Bertiche Vergara, Hector and Olga
Paruzzo Roberto Mansilla Nora


Wednesday, July 25, 2007

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Sunday, July 22, 2007

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know you well

Héctor Roberto Paruzzo

Osvaldo Bertiche Vergara

What we have known we know that you're gone.

You just ashes to remain free. Because you were so pure free thought and intuition.
simply solved to live an adventure. Because it were, an adventure, an adventure on the margins of official culture.
Those who have known you well know you follow in the ground because there is no soil without roots, without roots nothing makes sense, and without respect there culture.
Just now, more than ever, you can still probing the corners of the soul, and there find confirmation of our commitments.
those who know you well know you developed a constant renunciation and denunciation of academic neatness. You were carrying your inner truth and that truth always confessed. Picking both the cabinet and bookcase shelves much visited, but no doubt you picked up the living material in your endless wanderings ... your endless adventure in living life.
sharing bread and wine, and probes past and customs, ideas and sayings and you had in mind the natural thinking to be found precisely in the remote roads of adventure.
We also know, those who know you well, someone out there comment but .. wrote poetry!
And we, for your eternal presence coreutas support: yes ... wrote poetry, so he "was accompanied by a thousand awakenings and many fantasies ... Scale the edges of the springs loving and looking to heaven. "
form part of the adventure of human thought, and subject matter of knowledge, undertaken with lucid passion, and we know what you know well, that do not reach such a high degree of effectiveness in the search, if the instrumental literature does not add the passionate love of man and sensibility worthy of an artist.
You were respectful of the truth and knowing that it is not reached, but by dint of neglecting the superfluous.
You were, above all, a critical spirit, an open look at the new, recognizing that often the largest news is nothing but an old truth that lies hidden by the prejudice, contempt or ignorance , vices you fought with the imagination of intellectual and transmission.
investigated in the original sources, and all the universal knowledge of all time; landfall deep, very deep in our own sources, the Argentines, and we are treated to the fruits of your long hours.
You were a huge creator of new thinking. Those who were attentive to your voice, we find the essential and recognized the changes that occur between tradition and reinstallation of new spaces.
What a vast and deep was your territory!
With one degree under your arm, you got in your own adventure, you become the master key.
those who know you well know you were not soft on who put the devices to the real thing and vanity to the values \u200b\u200band you were divorced from the spirits shriveled.
met your humility, but well knew the value of your contributions. And one of them is left us a lesson of work, rigor, loyalty and consistency.
And the greatest contributions you gave it to yourself. It gives you what is perhaps the highest and most beautiful human mission: make your life a work accomplished, create itself.
those who know you well know there is a way Paruzzo to look and smell the flowers Paruzzo a way to hear the birds singing and the melodies of the universe, a form of love Paruzzo love Paruzzo way to interpret what is written, said or what is silenced, a way of appearing Paruzzo, respectful, loving, memory.
I do not find, this is our own destiny, taking from your pocket a tender invitation for a cultural or a simple copy of a valuable material to be read with the teacher added "hacelo circular", practiced with the fervor of the pure in spirit.
You were an advance or at least a witness of many paths of our human geography.
Hiciste of affection, learning and teaching, your major currencies, and why did not you go, only you became.
Life gave us the gift of your presence. And the final and definitive measure of any human presence, which acquires real weight, is the heart and yours will go on and make themselves felt in our attentive ears.
solvency Knew share your research. Neither Bohemia nor setbacks did you succumb to useless sterility. No doubt you had a sense of humor, evidenced by occurrences distended distended with your fellow members and the environment. The password for your relationship was always flattering to women and fraternal welcome to men.
For all this, those who know you well, we know there was a lot of fire, and your ashes will be scattered about us, away from the cold and gray, burning in a symphony of colors and sounds.
those who know you well know that as a teacher and friend will not forsake us. Epitaph not need write ... you still with us.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

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... Not everything Glitters is Gold ....
For THIS is that I love!

F!

Sunday, July 1, 2007

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Gûenaaaasssss .....
know too Ujum absent this month just closed, but for me it was just the month recontra moved more productive so far, and if those who are coming are rich and give that hard, I was born the day he said: The Women who throw pa 'lante be born and PAF! Here I am.

month started to light the candles, and so I was for 3 weeks .... not because I cut the light in the house, much less but because I had the pleasant experience of developing from A to Z a project that included everything from photography to editing for manufacturers of candles in Venezuela, and the entry of some new clients charged me crazy ... but they prefer, working full to be looking at the stars without deserving it, but I got to see a couple this month because I had to produce and direct again a minicomercial, EYE mini mini.


Indeed, this month was given to all, now I can safely say I had the pleasure of saying no to a TV channel that wanted to hire me, I said no to anyone who wanted me to surrender to the comfortable but not so satisfactory to my ambitions and final figure of 15, and I said yes to my stubbornness and temper to stand firm and stick to my decision to fight for the future they desire and begin to subtly taste but still let me drool ... the good is worth waiting for ....

This month I have been tested more than once, but now what I'm made so there may wobble when you know what it is and based on that lives and moves.

Already this beautiful space is almost foreign to me as I come not, readers, virtual life and blogging away and I was slipping through my hands, but with sweet nostalgia perhaps, is here and this medium and this means that in recent years I have learned to talk with myself about what is sometimes not talk to the immediate environment but in the end the conversation between my self and I read a few. But just like me out a few minutes of a quiet Sunday night for stop by and leave my letters ...

Yet I'm still here, faithful, constant, consistent and fair, with some of mine, who has grown, it has made me grow, and when I go back and reread over time, in this or other areas understand that the road traveled has been the ideal day to go because of those turbulent waters of my early writings just feel calm the waves that softly come to my side ... Tripeo like me who is on the edge of a beach in Cayo a Falcon with a drink at hand ... and the other .... Ja ja ja

preparing an BlogStock read, if you do not lose me crazy.

and also as I have always kept up to date via rss what gives me my favorite authors to read every day ... so if this month was long, smelling of vanilla scented wax, with truths that give light like the sun at noon, with patience and tenacity ... JULY starting now I will not hold the urge to start ...
Good night ... F!



Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Pea Sized Lump Above Adam's Apple



My days without you are so dark
As long as gray
My days without you
My days without you are so absurd
so hard so bitter
My days without you
My days without you do not have nights
If one appears
It is useless to sleep

My days without you are a waste
hours have no beginning and no end

So lacking air
So full
anything
Useless junk trash on the ground
Flies in the house

My days without you are like a sky
no silver moons
No trace of sun
My days
without you are only an echo
That
always repeats the same song


So lacking air
So full of nothing
Useless junk
Trash on the ground
Flies in the house

Kicking stones
I'm still waiting to come back with me
I'm still looking into the faces of elderly
Pieces of child
Hunting reasons make me believe
That even I find life
Biting my nails
Drowning in tears
missing you both

My days without you
As my days without you hurt

Lyrics: Shakira
2000

***********

. One song .. sometimes just to describe a feeling ... F!

Thursday, June 7, 2007

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A poem by Cesare Pavese

COME AND HAVE YOUR DEATH

Death will come and have your eyes
death that accompanies us
from dawn till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old remorse or absurd
default. Your eyes
be a useless word,
a silent cry, a silence.
So you see every single morning when you lean

in the mirror. Oh, face hope that day will know
also
that are life and you are nothing.

For every death has a look.
Death will come and have your eyes.
be like leaving a vice
like to see in the mirror
poke a dead face,
like listening to a lip and closed. Dumb
descend into the abyss.

Monday, May 21, 2007

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Let me laugh!
and without telling them why, they say that laughter is contagious, and hopefully they stick and we all laugh together about this that makes me laugh and laugh and LAUGH
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There are perfect days to do it!
situations funny, crazy things, sometimes to the point of ridiculous that makes me laugh!
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F!