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Hernandez, Miguel: Elegy

(In Orihuela, your people and mine, I have been dead
as
Ramon Ray Sijé, who both wanted)
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I want to be crying the gardener
land you occupy and fertilize,
soul mate so early. Feeding

rain shells and bodies
my useless grief, the discouraged


poppies give your heart for food.
Grief bunches in my side that hurt
hurts to breath.

A hard smack, blow, ice cream,
invisible ax murderer, a brutal shove
has cut you down. No extension

bigger than my hurt, my sad and cry
spells
and feel your death more than my life. Ando

into stubble the dead, and no heat
anyone and without consolation
leave my heart to my business. Early death
up flight, earlier
up early in the morning, early
're rolling on the floor.

forgive not love death,
not forgive careless life,
not forgive the earth or nothing.

In my hands
raised a storm of stones, lightning and loud axes
disaster thirsty and hungry.

I dig the earth with my teeth, I set aside land
side to side with his teeth
dry and warm.

I look at the earth to find you and kiss your noble
skull and desamordazarte
and bring you back.

'll return to my garden and my fig tree by high scaffolding
flowers birding
your soul angelic beekeeper

of waxes and work.
'll return to the sound of the gates of lovers
farmers.

glad the shade of my eyebrows,
and your blood will go to each side contesting
your girlfriend and bees.

Your heart, and crumpled velvet,
a field called almond foam greedy
my lover's voice.

At winged souls of roses almond cream
requires you,
we need to talk of many things,
soul mate, partner.

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MIGUEL HERNANDEZ

(Spain, 1910/1942)

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CARBAJAL, Joseph, Uruguay, 1943/2010

The Uruguayan popular music performer José Carbajal, "The Sabalero", author of songs like "kid," died of an apparent attack heart, it was reported Thursday. He was 66.

"It was a pain for the Uruguayans, is a very Uruguayan singer, most of the payments guys, much transmitter such things are fine poets, power simple words summed up the society, "said President Jose Mujica, when asked in the department of Flores, 100 miles north of Montevideo. Mujica said the memory of Carbajal continue the people. "You will live, will continue living in the songs." Because he could not immediately establish the cause of his death the remains of Carbajal were transferred to the city of Pando, 30 miles north where he held a autopsy, local media reported. On the website of the presidency, to give an account of his death, it was reported last Saturday that said goodbye to his audience with the interpretation of the song "Death." He had also performed "My People" and "Sencillito." In the 70 Carbajal became famous in Latin America with the theme "childish", which also will play the Argentine singer Leonardo Favio. Between 1970 and 1973 lived in Buenos Aires, and then spent by countries such as Mexico, France and Spain to settle in the Netherlands. "The Sabalero" returned to Uruguay in 1984 but in 1992 he returned to Holland, although it remained a band in Montevideo. Argentina In 1998 the singer recorded his candombe Soledad Pastorutti "My people" in what was an extraordinary success. His album "Haunted House" is the study material in schools Uruguay's primary. The death was met in the morning. Carbajal was alone in his house in Villa Argentina, near the resort of Atlantis, about 80 miles east. Spent years in exile in Holland, but was in Uruguay for a while. Today came to play a music series in the Café Bar Tabaré, his show "Wanted", including tangos, milongas littoral and cumbias. The representative of "The Sabalero" Fernando Mino, told the daily El Pais on Thursday morning still "nothing is known of the wake, because we are waiting for contact with his wife in Holland, to see how we keep this up." "I came to look for a test we had in Montevideo and then I found it, "he said. He added that according to a neighbor yesterday," Joseph told him that I had a pain in the chest and arm, but I know nothing more now. "The singer Cristina Fernández Carbajal described the death as "something terrible". "We can not believe yet. The scariest thing is that I was only there in Atlantis, "he said." Joseph was an amazing guy to me, was divine gestures, partner and very supportive. "A big plus goes. (Source: TARINGA )

DEATH

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Gironde, Oliver: Point Street

On the terrace of a cafe is a family gray. Spend some breasts looking for a smile crossed the tables. The noise of the motor car for the leaves of the trees. On the fifth floor, someone is crucified to open wide keep a ventana.Pienso where kiosks, street lights, pedestrians, which I enter through the pupil. I feel so full that I have fear of exploding ... Need to leave some garbage on the sidewalk ...
When you reach a corner, my shadow away from me, and suddenly, he throws himself between the wheels of a streetcar.
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Girondo
Oliverio ("20 poems to be read on the tram)

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Galeano, Eduardo: Five centuries of prohibition in the rainbow LINK

THE OTROCIDIO

The Discovery: 12 October 1942, America discovered capitalism. Christopher Columbus, financed by the kings of Spain and the bankers of Genoa, brought the news to the islands of the Caribbean. In his diary of Discovery, the admiral wrote the word 139 times gold and 51 times the word God or Our Lord. He could not tire the eyes of so much loveliness in those beaches, and prophesized November 27: Will all Christendom business in them. And that was not wrong. Columbus believed that Haiti was Japan and Cuba was China, and believed that the people of China and Japan were Indians from India, but it was not wrong.
After five centuries of Christianity the whole business has been wiped out one third of the American forests, is very barren land that was fertile and more than half the population eats fried. The Indians, victims of the most gigantic theft of universal history, continue to suffer theft of the last remnants of their land, and are sentenced to a denial of their separate identity. They are still prohibits live in his own way, are still denied the right to be. At first, the looting and otrocidio were executed in the name of the God of heaven. Now they meet in the name of the god of Progress.
Yet in that identity prohibited and despised some keys gleam yet another possible America. America's blind racism, not see them.
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. Eduardo Galeano

(from "be like them and other items", 1 st ed., Buenos Aires, Siglo XXI Editores, 2010)

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American sky, Daniel: October 12, 1976

Like many others, I realized later the coup. In March 1976 I was 16, began the fifth year of high school and was general secretary of the Student Center (whose president was José Luis López Ibáñez, current tourism official, I believe, in the loose or no national government) and believed that the coup was one of a long list of military uprisings that had accompanied my childhood ("I sleep with pointed-Illia-well, I wake up with Onganía" was a rhyme he had learned from my grandmother). That year we had to organize the event Race Day. I was appointed to write the script of the piece with which we fired from the school. Among the texts that were read, there were fragments of Canto general and I confess that I have lived by Pablo Neruda. Among the songs he played and sang my musician friends then, include that passage of the Cantata Sudamericana says: "Another emancipation, another emancipation / I say / I say you have to conquer / and then yes / yes and then my continent Acuña / a happiness, a happiness / with the little people like you and me. " The history teacher, Ms. Silveyra, and other wives of colonels and captains responsible for our education left the hall immediately (which, in our view, was an insult to the flag ceremonies.) The literature teacher, who secretly I spent my stupid poems then called me to say that all who had participated in the commemoration ran, among other risks, being expelled from school. We had become "red" that were "subversive propaganda", not by the text and songs we chose, but also by the use of the color of the curtain of the theater at my school. Then I realized that something more serious was happening Lanusse. I was a good student and my political contention until then had been channeled into the claim of more toilet paper in the bathrooms and the like. I did not understand what was happening. Did not understand what was happening in my family, distressed and divided by the disappearance of my cousin Fernando Rizzo, of whose books I bought years earlier at bargain prices, had put together my first library. That October 12, my friends and I started to understand what had happened, I began to understand what they meant the crazy aunt travel to the barracks and prisons throughout the country with no luck trying to find his son, and Slowly we were dominating the sadness of a pseudo-life lived in secret and the horror of reality, beginning to get through. Or rather, we who were leaving school, we began to move through a horrible reality a sad witness to something that may never speak with dignity.

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DANIEL LINK

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Daniel Link was born in Buenos Aires in 1959, is professor and writer. Teaches courses in Twentieth Century Literature at the University of Buenos Aires. He has edited the work of Rodolfo Walsh (The violent craft of writing, that man and other personal papers) and published, among others, the essay books sow chains, How to Read (Translated into Portuguese) classes. Literature and dissent and Legend. Literature Argentina: four courts, the novels The nineties, Anxiety and Montserrat, the poetry collections The February closure and other bad poems and intellectual Country and Other Poems, and full theater. He is a member of the Brazilian Association of Comparative Literature (Abralic) and the Latin American Studies Association (LASA). In 2004 he received a Guggenheim Fellowship.
In 2007 he premiered his first play, Love in the Time of dengue.
His work has been partially translated into Portuguese, English, German and Italian.

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Fernandez Retamar, Roberto: Happy

Happy normal, these strange beings,

those who do not have a crazy mother, a drunken father, a child offender,

a house anywhere, an unknown disease,

those who have not been burned by a devouring love,

who lived seventeen of smiling faces and a little more,

's full of shoes, hats archangels,

the satisfied , fat, cute,

the rintintín and his minions, which of course, here,

earners, those who are dear to the hilt,

mice accompanied by flute players,

sellers and buyers,

slightly superhuman knights,

the men dressed as women thunder and lightning,

the delicate, wise, fine,

the kind, candy, groceries and beverages. Happy

birds, manure, stones.

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But give way those who do the worlds and dreams,

illusions, the symphonies, the words that tear us down

and rebuild us, crazier than their mothers, the most drunken

their parents and their children more criminals

and more consumed by scorching love.

Let them leave their room in hell, and enough.
Roberto Fernandez Retamar

Cuban poet born in Havana in 1930.
He graduated in Philosophy and then a doctorate at the Sorbonne and the University of London. He was invited by Yale University to offer a course on Latin American Literature and lectured on Latin American Literature at the Universities of Prague and Bratislava.
addition to having held some political office has led the 1959-60 Cuban publications and Nueva Revista Casa de las Americas since 1965.
obtained the National Prize for Poetry for his book "Independence" in 1951, the Latin American Prize for Poetry Rubén Darío, the International Poetry Prize Vaptsarov Nikola of Bulgaria, the International Poetry Prize Bonalde Perez of Argentina Award for Literary Criticism "Here" in 1996 and the official Medal of Arts and Letters, awarded in France in 1998.
of his poetry is also worth mentioning: "Around the ancient hope," "With the same hands", "Good luck living" and "What we will burn."