Last night went to visit and witness the end of the sample "Homage to the thought and national commitment" , despite the sour criticism that he had spent the philosopher Thomas Abraham.
My impressions of the event were varied, but what justified the visit was the time when people already going retiring, I went to a group that stood out (so to speak) a short man with a hat and a cracked voice and powerful. It was Don Alfredo Carlino , Peronist the very first time, a survivor of the slaughter of Plaza de Mayo from June 16, 1955, a member of the Peronist Resistance, poet, journalist, activist tango and life. Know and hear him speak of Peronism and its life (which becomes more or less the same), polenta with 79, was a privilege that I expected. (#) Go
one of his poems as a tribute to this humble blog, Don Alfredo Carlino.
The fat
There are,
burst the apathy of the city prudish,
all is wonder in the public eye are just
,
from all corners.
are the fat, Eva.
are full of odors,
of rough and fire.
have been sworn to silence dilute
infamy.
arrive dancing like elves,
from every corner,
from afar.
the depths of history and grievance. They come mounted
Chacho Peñaloza
horse and huge effigy of Facundo Quiroga. They have the scar
contempt. I see
assemblies in your eyes restorative
are seduced and blinded
have to live a new era,
Eva, Eva!
Everything is transformed as before, are no longer
escaped or are recorded in the bound anthology of miserable. Now they are the companions
unions, union boys
organizing popular modesty.
now no longer outcasts,
have north and driver.
terrorize their casual gestures with the ringing of bells and obscenities.
is the shirtless! And comes to sweat
history.
They've gone crazy, they have been craving
are now the protagonists
creativity
the confluence of fate,
And sing like the grasshopper in the sun.
(#) recommend listening to what Don said Alfredo this video, and especially in this one .
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