Don Ricardo writes, to the dictation, undoubtedly, of Moscow, a vitriolic entry, with his style, that I have to admit that I like, deeply provocative. An entry, in which it puts to broth every God, very guessed right expression in this case, going so far as to affirm that I respect not neither to the religion, nor to God, nor to the believers, nor to his beliefs, and much less to the Holy Mother Church and to his odious prelates. Not that to say has, and that Don Ricardo and I agree it is much more normal than some unscrupulous one believes, that I share c for b the arguments expressed in this entry, however much I keep on being, because they, and I do not know exactly who it is they who are but I believe that we understand each other, this way they want it, officially member of the Roman Apostolic Catholic Church. I have already expressed in more than one occasion, and with enormous respect towards the one who should have done it, that I do not think to lose not even only one second in dismissing me, of apostatizing, or as it should be called. If they want to deceive themselves it is a problem exclusively his, his and of a government, in this pathetic case I govern, that it allows to deceive itself, knowing perfectly that it is being cheated, with a few unreal numbers of followers who serve to him as alibi to finance with generous length to a religion that I doubt very much that 10 % of the population goes so far as to practise, because 10 % of the population would mean that every Sunday there is, approximately four millions of Spanish who come to mass. Not jarto soup. But it is not of this topic about what I wanted to speak, or better to write because if I limit myself to speaking those who read to me they might not read anything because he would have written anything. Of what I wanted to write, and it is of what I am going to write, it is of the surprise that it produces to me that the words of the new bishop of San Sebastian, referring to the drama of Haiti, have produced scandal when they do not do but to repeat the doctrine of the Church for more than two thousand years: this life, which does not stop being a tears vale, is an antechamber, a transit, towards a more important life, more important pardon, the only important, the eternal life. The Christianity, from the Dad to César what belongs to César to, even more significant happy the mattresses, contains a deeply reactionary philosophy. It is the host! it raises to positive quality the docility, a quality so important that it will allow to possess the ground, but: eye! let's not be wrong, there is not ground that the peasant waters with his perspiration and works with his hands, as he sings the popular popular folk song, but the "engaged ground" that is to say the sky. From here, which it feeds us after her having worked, it can keep on belonging to the owner, that if perhaps, but he repents of his sins and for that one of the camel and the eye of the needle, it can, although the evolution of the Christian official thought is going to be offering him multiple ways out, be condemned. Is there sample more machismo reclacitrante irredento that the treatment that the mesias, the teacher gives to the adulterous woman? True it is that he asks for the cessation of the stone beating, but not for recognizing the right of the woman to go to bed with whom him of the desire, but because the one that is free of sin that throws the first stone. That nobody is wrong, for a Marxist, who has in the historical materialism one of his principal instruments of analysis, the Christianity, which served to carry the transition out from a society esclavista to the feudalism, despite his reactionary morality, he supposed a social progress. But already from ends of the Roman Empire and the high Middle Age, when it turns into the official religion, and until our days, the catholic Christianity turns into the crucible in which the most reactionary melts everything, and without to deny the role that should have the Christianity reformed by Lutero in the ascent of the bourgeoisie to the detriment of the feudal nobility, the diverse branches of the Christianity they have occurred in the same way reactionary, as in the fund diehards are, the religion is the opium of the peoples, each and everyone of the religions that have been marking the history of the humanity out, and much especially the monotheists. There have been very well-intentioned attempts of council religion, fundamentally the catholic, and progress or revolution. They all have failed, from Camilo Torres the Colombian priest who ended up by changing the cassock into the rifle into the lines of the ELN, up to the very estimable and admirable attempts of persons of the nobility of Ignacio Ellacuría, Ignacio Martín Baró, Segundo Montes, Juan Ramón Moreno and Joaquín López, vilely murdered or Jon Sobrino, who was saved from miracle. All of them, following, fundamentally, Leonardo Boff, gave body to the Theology of the Liberation, a movement that reached, and I do not know if it keeps on supporting, a gained good prestige for his commitment with the poor, the deprived ones and the oppressed ones, but that the placet of the hierarchy ever received. And it did not receive it because it was impossible, because this search, for me legitimate, of the liberation in this ground in which we live, we eat, work and reproduce, it is to a great extent, but it performs absolute, incompatible form with this message of exaltation of the docility that impregnates the speech of the Galilean assumption. From the Christianity, Catholic or not, can be a feasible being a few excellent persons, and in fact the majority I am sure that they are, lover of his neighbor and practitioners of the biggest of the charities, but this personal action, that it can become admirabílisima little has to do with the liberation of class to which we aspire the Marxists, from our perspective of revolutionary struggle. Excessive reasons it had, from his ideological optics, the archirreaccionario Karol Wojtyla when the minister annoyed to, then, sandinista Ernesto Cardenal. The bishop Munilla does not say, then, anything especially escandalizante when, from the theological point of view, he feels more worried and hurt for the gradual desreligionación (the swearword does not seem very lucky) of the Spanish society, who every time they pays less attention, except for acts merely social like baptisms, communions, weddings and funerals, because it bears the eternal condemnation, which for the hundreds of thousands of Haitian dead persons, who, perhaps, although the majority practice of the voodoo does not augur anything good, gain access to the eternal life. And I am sure that the bishop Munilla has felt the same compassion that we have felt the others, because he is a human being as we it are all, when he has contemplated the images of the drama. What happens is that it has contributed one more than orthodox vision, from the Christian optics, removing importance to the sufferings of this world to highlight the pleasure of the eternal life. A life that for the Marxists is científicamente, not improbably, but straight impossibly. To me, certainly, they have not scandalized me, the declarations of this bishop so, on the other hand, controversial, I nor am scandalized by the official position of the Roman Church on the abortion, the divorce, the homosexuals or the role, and the rights, of the woman. They are those that they have always supported, and they will support. They are innate with his vision of the world, there they, with this speech, and although they do not erase us of his files and records, every time they have less followers and even less clients for his elegant ritual paraphernalia (it is necessary to admit that a good catholic wedding with music, children with pledge and the whole pyx has his attraction).
Truly escandalizante the fact is that they try, and manage, to impose his points of view on us seeking protection in a social presence that they cannot even demonstrate.
And it is more escandalizante that they are supported and feed with the money of all.
And it produces shakes that this government, which president, soon goes to go to pray with the incarnation Obama, bends, systematically to the requirements of so minority sector of the society.
And it moves to hilarity that the same government appears, to eyes of some, like the champion of the laicism.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Paris, July, 1974
I have doubted, which talking each other is not strange to me because my life is a constant doubt, between doing is brought in here or to do in this affectionate collective blog called Grandfather Chive, in that certainly there is an entry of a marvelous signing of the blog, Fritus, which gives us an idea, with a few strokes, of covered with dandruff that the Spain of the seventies could become, and that that was the Spain, supposedly developed and entertaining. I have chosen for this binnacle, because although what I am going to write has an important nostalgic component, the corollary can have a lot to do with the motto that inspires this space:
Destined to reflect on the state of the left that does not resign itself to having a role merely institutional in the current advanced capitalist society
As it prays in the frontispiece of the binnacle.
It was Paris, it was a July, 1974, from hacía a few months a general with monocle was the President of the Portuguese Republic. My friend, more than friend, Carlos, one of few persons capable of conciliating his form of life with his consistent anarchistic ideology, and I we were occupying, and it might have put it with k because the rent was paid by a few companions who were, possibly, in Valencia, a garret, which had the disadvantage of being on the housing of the caretaker, placed in the number 109 of the rue République, 92800 Puteaux. It was, and it is, a small downtown of the Parisian banlieu, today surrounded with the enormous buildings that compose The Défense. But there we were not living, sensu strictu, only we were sleeping, except some evening in which defeated by the weariness and the famine, and the physical famine is, for me, one of the worst possible sensations, were sheltering there, to listen to music in an old record player. Music of that it was we who liked, in that epoch for me, and for my pal moreover, Rolling Stones, Beatles... etc, there were only the representation of a small-bourgeois and decadent culture, and the fact that in the USSR his discs were not sounding it was looking like to us a revolutionary advance. Ours there was outstanding figure Brassens, Brel, Ferrat, I ironed, as for Spain Paco Ibañez, Llach... etc. The Chilean drama was very recent and we had, when we were trying to forget at home our slightly buoyant situation, a Quilapayún disc sounding contínuamente:
That disc was containing a Russian popular song, Por mountains and prairies, which in the Spanish edition of the disc it was not representing, and I have not obtained it however much I have tried to find it, because that disc remained there. It was not ours, it was a property of Miguel and Manoli: What will have belonged to them? How would I like being able to express the gratitude to them for shelter has given without much ado his guarantee that that of being two communist young people, Carlos was equal of anarchist that today but my influence was great. They opened his house to us and left the keys to us when they went away to Valencia, because they were Valencian, and according to them we were doing a favor to them, because the caretaker, and of this I give fé, he wanted to evict them, something that would do as soon as the house was remaining empty. But the one who was doing the favor to the one who is more than clear. The term companion, an epithet that follows me filling of pride when it is used recounted to me, it reaches, with this way of exercising the solidarity, his important plenary meeting. To understand because of the Spanish edition of the disc it had eliminated this coarse song in spite of knowing the translation that the Chilean group had done of the letter:
For mountains and prairies
it advances the division,
to the assault it is going to take
the hostile position.
Red the flags forest
in the march in the direction of the south:
they are the workers in weapon,
partisans of the love.
The glory of these combats
it will never go out.
Forward companions
we will throw them to the sea!
It will stay in the legend
of this war, this volcano,
the days of Balachaied,
the soldiers of the soviet.
The bandits were finished,
the intervention was finished,
our march has ended
live through the revolution!
To mention the soviet in the Spain of the seventies, was too much to mention.
But most of the days, except the weekends that we usually dropped ourselves for Montreuil where they were living, also companions, Carmen and In July, to perpetrate at his parents what today we might define like a gastronomic saber wound, we were approaching up to the metro station of Pont de Neuilly, that then, now they have extended the line up to The Défense, were a line head, to move, generally after having entered without ticket, up to Odéon or Jussieu, by means of change Châtelet, which was doing the function that had in Madrid the station of the Sun, our Latin quarter explored untiringly: Boul'Mich, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Rue de la Montaigne of Sainte-Geneviève, Rue Saint-Jacques, garden du Luxembourg, etc, to meet almost always the same Spanish, and to celebrate with them, day yes and day also, Franco's death, which in spite of the tromboflebitis would be late moreover of one year in expiring with the succession forecasts, regretting about us of the bad luck of Luis Ocaña, who one year earlier had triumphed in the Tour and trying to make him one-eyed to general Diez Alegría, Chief of Staff of that time and with democrat's certain reputation, to see if it was cheering up and filling the carnations rifles. When the intestines were beginning dreaming we could approach, depending where we were, to the university dining rooms of Mabillon or Jussieu where for three Francs, which then one was changing to twelve fifty, they were giving something similar to meal, and if there was luck there could appear an excursion of Spanish students of holidays, that properly impressed by the fortunes history in ninety per cent fictitious and exaggerated in ten remaining per cent, they could end up by supporting the food. The days that there was pig in the menu, not too much unfortunately, it could be interesting to sit down next to some messmate, possibly, Muslim because if it was observante of his religious prescripts, one could be overfed. But the days were not small that we were eating up a sausage, castigadísima of mustard, sat in the Luxembourg making use of the summer, although in the Parisian summer the rain is not infrequent. In the evening, but we had some of the conspiratorial meetings in which, after stating that Franco, to whom we had given for dead person in the morning, was alive, it was necessary to design a strategy to knock down him, or there was a public act in the Mutualité that equal could be of the F.R.A.P. or of the L.C.R., that then was called L.C.R.-E.T.A. (VI), we could approach Nanterre, where there was always something, cultural or politically speaking, interesting. There we met a singer salmantino called Paco Curto, which was mounting some, they seemed to me, impressive recitations, or sung, of singing of Mine Brave man, and with that then, and along with the rest of assistants, all Spaniards what had consequences that a gentleman must not reveal, we went away of binge, and of course a cent did not wear out. And neither we were wearing out at all when we were "buying", any book in the positions that existed in the street, perhaps because the last step forgot us, consistent on entering the corresponding bookstore to pay the price. This we could not do it when we were approaching the rue Latran, behind the Pahthéon, where there was the bookstore of the Iberian, first Hem because it had been morally reprehensible and also because, after all also they were Spanish, it was impossible, they knew the cloth. In this bookstore, and also in the acts of the Mutualité, I learned to distinguish the Spanish, supposedly secret police officers. He would not be able to define the porqué but they were perfectly recognizable and distinguishable.
And it might continue with this nostalgia attack, really more own than the Grandfather Chive, which of this binnacle. That's why I stop, because I need to reflect on the passed time. The nostalgia tends, inevitably, to stand out, can that praising them, and in this sense spoiling them, the most positive, more agreeable aspects, of the past and I have to do an effort, not excessively big if I am sincere, to remember the bad moments, especially the fear, this fear that there was fixing in the mouth of the stomach when one was raising the stairs of the meter coming to a jump (for not young people or not initiated a jump was a declaration lightning, for which only there was summoned a limited number of the people, a command, with the target to create confusion, in some jumps a limited number of members of the command was taking Molotov cocktails generally to use them against banking institutions) or worse still to a declaration summoned publicly and in that the presence of the police was sure and therefore the careers, with the little that I like the exercise, they had to be inevitable. Or the frontier steps with material prohibited in Spain, and not only for his political character coarsely hidden between the dirty underwear. Because we ran risks, because the transition: that one unjustly risen up to the altars, transition! it was not the way of roses that any of them want to sell to us. Because he had died in Vitoria, because they murdered in Atocha young companions, because they murdered in Montejurra, because a command of extreme right murdered Carlos González, because another command of extreme right, or perhaps the same one, murdered Arturo Ruiz, and I, and many other, it was very close, and in the declaration to protest for this murder, and in that we inform great, the police, straight the police, these police whom not a lot of time later our leading, brave shit leaders, were inviting us, when they were not demanding, to be applauded, it murdered Maria Luz Nájera. We ran a lot of risks and spent, I at least, a lot of fear. But.... Was it worth it?
Destined to reflect on the state of the left that does not resign itself to having a role merely institutional in the current advanced capitalist society
As it prays in the frontispiece of the binnacle.
It was Paris, it was a July, 1974, from hacía a few months a general with monocle was the President of the Portuguese Republic. My friend, more than friend, Carlos, one of few persons capable of conciliating his form of life with his consistent anarchistic ideology, and I we were occupying, and it might have put it with k because the rent was paid by a few companions who were, possibly, in Valencia, a garret, which had the disadvantage of being on the housing of the caretaker, placed in the number 109 of the rue République, 92800 Puteaux. It was, and it is, a small downtown of the Parisian banlieu, today surrounded with the enormous buildings that compose The Défense. But there we were not living, sensu strictu, only we were sleeping, except some evening in which defeated by the weariness and the famine, and the physical famine is, for me, one of the worst possible sensations, were sheltering there, to listen to music in an old record player. Music of that it was we who liked, in that epoch for me, and for my pal moreover, Rolling Stones, Beatles... etc, there were only the representation of a small-bourgeois and decadent culture, and the fact that in the USSR his discs were not sounding it was looking like to us a revolutionary advance. Ours there was outstanding figure Brassens, Brel, Ferrat, I ironed, as for Spain Paco Ibañez, Llach... etc. The Chilean drama was very recent and we had, when we were trying to forget at home our slightly buoyant situation, a Quilapayún disc sounding contínuamente:
That disc was containing a Russian popular song, Por mountains and prairies, which in the Spanish edition of the disc it was not representing, and I have not obtained it however much I have tried to find it, because that disc remained there. It was not ours, it was a property of Miguel and Manoli: What will have belonged to them? How would I like being able to express the gratitude to them for shelter has given without much ado his guarantee that that of being two communist young people, Carlos was equal of anarchist that today but my influence was great. They opened his house to us and left the keys to us when they went away to Valencia, because they were Valencian, and according to them we were doing a favor to them, because the caretaker, and of this I give fé, he wanted to evict them, something that would do as soon as the house was remaining empty. But the one who was doing the favor to the one who is more than clear. The term companion, an epithet that follows me filling of pride when it is used recounted to me, it reaches, with this way of exercising the solidarity, his important plenary meeting. To understand because of the Spanish edition of the disc it had eliminated this coarse song in spite of knowing the translation that the Chilean group had done of the letter: For mountains and prairies
it advances the division,
to the assault it is going to take
the hostile position.
Red the flags forest
in the march in the direction of the south:
they are the workers in weapon,
partisans of the love.
The glory of these combats
it will never go out.
Forward companions
we will throw them to the sea!
It will stay in the legend
of this war, this volcano,
the days of Balachaied,
the soldiers of the soviet.
The bandits were finished,
the intervention was finished,
our march has ended
live through the revolution!
To mention the soviet in the Spain of the seventies, was too much to mention.
But most of the days, except the weekends that we usually dropped ourselves for Montreuil where they were living, also companions, Carmen and In July, to perpetrate at his parents what today we might define like a gastronomic saber wound, we were approaching up to the metro station of Pont de Neuilly, that then, now they have extended the line up to The Défense, were a line head, to move, generally after having entered without ticket, up to Odéon or Jussieu, by means of change Châtelet, which was doing the function that had in Madrid the station of the Sun, our Latin quarter explored untiringly: Boul'Mich, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Rue de la Montaigne of Sainte-Geneviève, Rue Saint-Jacques, garden du Luxembourg, etc, to meet almost always the same Spanish, and to celebrate with them, day yes and day also, Franco's death, which in spite of the tromboflebitis would be late moreover of one year in expiring with the succession forecasts, regretting about us of the bad luck of Luis Ocaña, who one year earlier had triumphed in the Tour and trying to make him one-eyed to general Diez Alegría, Chief of Staff of that time and with democrat's certain reputation, to see if it was cheering up and filling the carnations rifles. When the intestines were beginning dreaming we could approach, depending where we were, to the university dining rooms of Mabillon or Jussieu where for three Francs, which then one was changing to twelve fifty, they were giving something similar to meal, and if there was luck there could appear an excursion of Spanish students of holidays, that properly impressed by the fortunes history in ninety per cent fictitious and exaggerated in ten remaining per cent, they could end up by supporting the food. The days that there was pig in the menu, not too much unfortunately, it could be interesting to sit down next to some messmate, possibly, Muslim because if it was observante of his religious prescripts, one could be overfed. But the days were not small that we were eating up a sausage, castigadísima of mustard, sat in the Luxembourg making use of the summer, although in the Parisian summer the rain is not infrequent. In the evening, but we had some of the conspiratorial meetings in which, after stating that Franco, to whom we had given for dead person in the morning, was alive, it was necessary to design a strategy to knock down him, or there was a public act in the Mutualité that equal could be of the F.R.A.P. or of the L.C.R., that then was called L.C.R.-E.T.A. (VI), we could approach Nanterre, where there was always something, cultural or politically speaking, interesting. There we met a singer salmantino called Paco Curto, which was mounting some, they seemed to me, impressive recitations, or sung, of singing of Mine Brave man, and with that then, and along with the rest of assistants, all Spaniards what had consequences that a gentleman must not reveal, we went away of binge, and of course a cent did not wear out. And neither we were wearing out at all when we were "buying", any book in the positions that existed in the street, perhaps because the last step forgot us, consistent on entering the corresponding bookstore to pay the price. This we could not do it when we were approaching the rue Latran, behind the Pahthéon, where there was the bookstore of the Iberian, first Hem because it had been morally reprehensible and also because, after all also they were Spanish, it was impossible, they knew the cloth. In this bookstore, and also in the acts of the Mutualité, I learned to distinguish the Spanish, supposedly secret police officers. He would not be able to define the porqué but they were perfectly recognizable and distinguishable.
And it might continue with this nostalgia attack, really more own than the Grandfather Chive, which of this binnacle. That's why I stop, because I need to reflect on the passed time. The nostalgia tends, inevitably, to stand out, can that praising them, and in this sense spoiling them, the most positive, more agreeable aspects, of the past and I have to do an effort, not excessively big if I am sincere, to remember the bad moments, especially the fear, this fear that there was fixing in the mouth of the stomach when one was raising the stairs of the meter coming to a jump (for not young people or not initiated a jump was a declaration lightning, for which only there was summoned a limited number of the people, a command, with the target to create confusion, in some jumps a limited number of members of the command was taking Molotov cocktails generally to use them against banking institutions) or worse still to a declaration summoned publicly and in that the presence of the police was sure and therefore the careers, with the little that I like the exercise, they had to be inevitable. Or the frontier steps with material prohibited in Spain, and not only for his political character coarsely hidden between the dirty underwear. Because we ran risks, because the transition: that one unjustly risen up to the altars, transition! it was not the way of roses that any of them want to sell to us. Because he had died in Vitoria, because they murdered in Atocha young companions, because they murdered in Montejurra, because a command of extreme right murdered Carlos González, because another command of extreme right, or perhaps the same one, murdered Arturo Ruiz, and I, and many other, it was very close, and in the declaration to protest for this murder, and in that we inform great, the police, straight the police, these police whom not a lot of time later our leading, brave shit leaders, were inviting us, when they were not demanding, to be applauded, it murdered Maria Luz Nájera. We ran a lot of risks and spent, I at least, a lot of fear. But.... Was it worth it?
Nevertheless, personally, I believe that it me was worth it. I learned many things, forged a character and especially I placed a few beginning, politicians basically but also ethical, that I feel today more fortresses that never, although someone, I believe that affectionately, it considers me to be as a reactionary. I always knew that the kings magicians were El Corte Ingles, the gifts Pável Korchaguin always brings them to me. And especially because I, which obviously I did not inform in the May, 68, as to Rick and to Ilsa, and which always hated Laszlo always fucks me me will have left, the memory of this Paris, in which I could dress myself of blue when the whole Spain was dressing of gray. 
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The Lyre
There is convenient, seems to me, occasionally little daily activity drifts apart, well be labor, that does not cause me big effort, well sociopolitical, what costs me enough more. It serves, at least it serves to me, this dissociation species to strengthen the spirit, term that, and metaphysician does not enter nature considerations, I like using. And it serves to me because for this spiritual strengthening, I need pleasant activities and as every day I feel more epicurean, following, more or less, the tetraphármakon: it is necessary to worry neither about the gods, nor about the death, the good is easy to manage and the evil easy to avoid, I end, as the Greek philosopher, preferring the pleasures catastemáticos to the kinetic ones, finally any attempt of pleasure that implies his physical effort, sudoración excessive and weariness loses big part of his extract. Between these passive pleasures the reading occupies an important place, between other things because, probably, it is the most comfortable. I love the music, without understanding too much, but, without despising the excellent existing recordings, as more I enjoy it it is live., and it implies moving, dressing itself appropriately, to find parking, etc... He would say the same about the movies, which demands, position tastes in the pure state, a good room, his something more and more difficult of thinking, that the possibility of eating little doves discredits, from already, any place. The reading only needs a good book, a comfortable armchair and that they leave one alone. I suppose that I will not be the only one to which this phenomenon happens to him, but not always one has the same predisposition for depende what type of reading. And I, in these moments, walk tangled, and do not know porqué with Saint John of the Cross. And it takes me to the title of the entry The lyre.
It is a question of a strophe of Italian origin that combines poems of major and minor art in particular heptameters and endecasílabos, more or less with the structure
7th
11B
7th
7b
11B
If of my low lyre
so much there could the sun than in a moment
it was appeasing the anger
and the fury of the sea and the movement.
Some recognized fellow guest can that he remembers that they taught the school to us that one of:
Garcilaso imports the lyre, Brother Luis de León, the cristianiza, and Saint John of the Cross deifies it.
And the fact is that in effect, while the importer of the strophe scarcely uses it, the victimized rector of Salamanca does it with profusion: Who does not remember the Ode to the retired life inspired by the Beatus ille, qui procul negotiis ut prisca gens mortalium Horatian?
Curious, for not saying another thing, was the life of
this Augustinian descendant
of new Christians, what, it can that,
it was influencing in his, never hidden, interest
on the part of the sacred writing, common
with the Hebrew religion, what has happened in
to call Ancient Testament with very little,
we would say that none, I affect for him version
official of the Bible, The Vulgata.
These suspicious preferences call
the attention of the Holy Office, onlooker
this office of staying awake at the same time for
purity of the soul and of the blood, which in 1572
it calls him to chapter, remaining
imprisoned for five years by the Inquisition
without judgment and the fact is that not even the anti-Semitism
Don Adolfo invented not
prison use model in Guantanamo
it is especially novel.
What rested life
that of that the worldly ruïdo flees
and it continues the hidden one
footpath where they have gone
few wise persons who in the world have been!
That does not muddy the breast
of the haughty big ones the state,
not of the golden roof
it is admired, made
of the wise Moor, in jaspers sustained.
He does not treat if the reputation
he sings with voice his name pregonera,
he does not even recover if it raises
the flattering language
what condemns the sincere truth.
What is big enough to my contentment
if I am of the vain special finger,
if in search of this wind
I walk discouraged
with living avidity and mortal care?
Oh I stand out, oh mount, oh I laugh!
Oh delightful sure secret!
I rotate almost the vessel,
to your almo I rest
I flee of aqueste stormy sea.
A not rompido I dream,
a pure, happy, free day I want;
I do not want to see the frown
in vain severe
of whom does the blood extoll or the money.
Wake up the birds to me
with his singing süave not learned,
them serious care
to that it is always followed
who to the foreign abritrio is abided.
To live I want with me,
to have a good time I want of the good that I have to to the sky
to alone, without witness,
free of love, of zeal,
of hate, of hopes, of mistrust.
Of the mount in the hillside
as my hand planted I have an orchard,
that with the spring
of beautiful flower covered,
it already shows in hope the true fruit.
And like covetous
of seeing and increasing his handsomeness,
from the airy summit
a pure fountain
up to coming running he hurries.
And then calmed
the step between the trees turning,
the soil of spent
of vegetable dressing,
and with diverse flowers it is interspersing.
The air the orchard airs,
and it offers thousand smells of the sense,
the trees it wiggles
with a mattress ruïdo,
that of the gold and of the scepter puts negligence.
His treasure be had
those who of a weak log entrust themselves:
it is not mine to see to the cry
that they distrust
when the north wind and the south-west wind insist.
The fought antenna
it rattles, and in blind night the clear day
it returns; to the sky it sounds
confused yelling,
and the sea they enrich to obstinacy.
To me a pobrecilla
table, of well supplied kind peace
I was enough to myself, and the china
of thin gold worked,
belong to who the sea is not afraid angered.
And while wretch -
mind others they are burning
in thirst insacïable
of not durable control,
stretched I to the shade am singing.
To the shade stretched
of ivy and crowned eternal laurel,
put the attentive ear
to the sweet, agreed sound,
of the plectrum learnedly wiggled.
But without desmerecer to anybody it is undoubtedly the Carmelite one, Saint John of the Cross, who raises the lyre to his maximum lyricism. Reformer of Carmelo together with another heteredoxa of the epoch, Santa Teresa, which, however much today they are both doctors of the church, generated thousand and problems with the catholic hierarchy of the epoch. It is not known that they were falling down on him you suspect in new Christian, which in the epoch was a crime in itself, nevertheless the influence that on him there had, the said one, Teresa de Cepeda, who yes was a suspect of this crime, leads him to being a road surface partial to the reform of the order, becoming imprisoned, to instances of the Carmelite footwears, for almost one year. In spite of everything, and in one of these twirls so of the taste of the Vatican, where I said I say, say Diego, it is beatified in 1657 by Clemente X and canonized in 1726 by Benedicto XIII, Pío XII names it doctor of the Universal Church and from 1952, in a decision that I share entirely, he is an employer of the Spanish poets.
During a dark night,
with avidity, in loves inflamed
oh happy luck!,
I went out without being noticed
being already my calm house.
In the dark and sure,
for the secret disguised scale,
Oh happy luck!,
in the dark and in trap,
being already my calm house.
In the happy night
secretly, that nobody saw me,
I was not even looking at thing,
without another light and guide
but the one that in the heart was burning.
Aquésta was guiding me
more true than the light of the midday,
where he was waiting for me
who did I well know myself,
partly where nobody seemed.
Oh in the night that you guided!
Oh kind night more than the dawn!
Oh in the night that you joined
Loved with loved,
loved in the Dear one transformed!
In my flowery breast
that I inform for him only was keeping,
there it remained asleep,
and I was giving him,
and the ventalle of cedars air was giving
The air of the merlon,
when I was interspersing his hairs,
with his serene hand
in my neck it was hurting
and all my senses it was suspending.
Quedéme and olvidéme,
the face I leaned on the Dear one,
it stopped everything and dejéme,
leaving my care
between the lilies forgotten.
For that we study in the baccalaureate in the bienamado plan of 1957, without EGB's, BUP's, ESO's and other taxpaying trifles to an increasing illiteracy we learned that an alliteration was this:
I went out without being noticed
being already my calm house.
The repetition of the sound of that one, which is an alveolar fricative, produces a wonderful effect, although not only there is this the sound capable of producing this effect, one poems further down we have:
Loved with loved,
loved in the Dear one transformed
And Federico García Lorca, who has not also been an one-handed person at the time of doing music with the language gives us in the Romance of the Civil Guard
When the night was coming,
in the night that in the night nochera,
the gypsies in his forges
they were forging the suns and arrows.
A badly injured horse,
it was calling to all the doors.
Glass roosters were singing
for Jerez de la Frontera.
The wind, it turns nude
the corner of the surprise,
in the night platinoche in the night,
that in the night nochera.
And turning the holy poet native of Avila and for whom he likes the affectionate, even erotic poetry:
Wife:
Adónde you hid,
loved, and did you leave me with groan?
As the deer you fled,
having hurt me;
I went out after you, lamando, and you were gone.
Shepherds, that fuerdes
there, for the sheepfolds, to the hillock,
if for luck vierdes
that one that I more want,
say to him that I suffer, suffer and die.
Looking for my loves,
I will go for these mounts and banks;
I will not even take the flowers,
I will not even be afraid of the wild animals,
and I will spend the fortresses and borders.
(He asks to the Creatures)
Oh forests and thickness,
planted by the hand of the dear one!
Oh vegetables meadow,
of flowers enameled,
say if for you it has happened!
(Answer of the Creatures)
Thousand thank you spilling,
it happened for these copses with presura,
and being looking at them,
with alone his figure
dressed it left them of handsomeness.
Wife:
Moan, who will be able to cure me!
It finishes of surrendering already of vero;
do not want to send me
of today more already messenger,
that cannot say to me what I want.
And all singings stroll around,
of you me thousand go thank you recounting.
And they all more wound me,
and leave me dying
one I do not know what that they stay stammering.
More: how do you persevere,
oh life, without living where you live,
and doing, because you die,
the arrows that you receive,
of what of loved in you you conceive?
Why, since you have wounded
aqueste heart, did not you cure him?
And since you have stolen him from me,
why this way did you leave him,
and do not you take the theft that you stole?
It extinguishes my annoyances,
since that none is enough to deshacellos,
and see my eyes to you,
since you are a firelight dellos,
and only for you I want tenellos.
Oh crystalline source,
if in those your silver visages,
you were forming suddenly
the wished eyes,
that I have in my entrails drawn!
Separate them, loved,
that I go of flight!
Husband:
Turn, pigeon,
that the damaged deer
for the hillock it begins to show,
to the air of your flight, and fresh air takes.
Wife:
Me dear, the mountains,
the solitary vales nemorosos,
the strange isles,
the rivers sonorosos,
the whistle of the affectionate airs;
the calm night,
in pair of raise of the dawn,
the quiet music,
the sonorous solitude,
the dinner that it recreates and wins the love;
our flowery bed,
of lions caves connected,
in purple stretched,
of peace built,
of thousand shields of crowned gold!
To rear of your trace,
the young people passes to the way;
to the flash touch,
to the pickled pork it came,
emission of divine balsam.
In the interior wine vault
from me loved I drank, and when I was going out,
for every aquesta fertile plain,
thing did not know already
and the cattle I lost that earlier it continued.
There it gave me his breast,
there it taught me very tasty science,
and I gave to him in fact
to me, without leaving thing;
there I promised him of being his wife.
My soul has been used,
and all my wealth, in his service;
cattle did not keep already,
I already do not even have another office,
that in loving already only is my exercise.
Since already if in the common land
of today more be seen nor found,
you will say that I have got lost;
that walking lover,
I did perdidiza, and I was gained.
Of flowers and emeralds,
in the fresh select mornings,
we will do the garlands
in your love bloomed,
and in a hair of mine interwoven:
in only that hair
that in my neck to fly you considered;
mirástele in my neck,
and in imprisoned him you stayed,
and in one of my eyes you wounded yourself.
When you were looking at me,
your grace in me your eyes were printing;
that's why me adamabas,
and in that they were deserving
mine to adore what in you vían.
Do not want to despise me,
that if brown color in me you found,
you can already well look at me,
later at that you looked for me,
that grace and handsomeness in me you left.
Take the foxes to us,
that our vineyard is already bloomed,
while of roses
we do a pineapple,
and nobody seems in the montiña.
Stop, dead north wind;
come, south wind, that you remember the loves,
he aspires for my orchard,
and cover his smells,
and it will feed loved between the flowers.
Husband:
Brought in there is the wife
in the lively wished orchard,
and to his flavor it rests,
the leaned neck
exceed the sweet arms of the dear one.
Under the apple tree,
there with me you were married,
there I gave to the hand,
and you were repaired
where your mother was violated.
Or you, light birds,
lions, deer, jumping fallow deers,
mounts, vales, banks,
waters, airs, ardors
and watching fears of the nights,
for the lively lyres
and serenades singing averted you
that stop your anger
and do not touch to the wall,
because the wife sleeps surer.
Wife:
Oh nymphs of Judea,
while in the flowers and rosebushes
the amber perfumea,
morá in the suburbs,
and not queráis to touch our thresholds.
Hide, dear,
and it looks with your bundle to the mountains,
and do not want decillo;
more it looks at the compañas
of that it goes for strange isles.
Husband:
The half note palomica
to the ark with the branch it has returned,
and already the tortolica
to the wished associate
in the green banks it has found.
In solitude he was living,
and in solitude I have already put his nest,
and in solitude the guide
to alone his darling,
also in solitude of hurt love.
Wife:
Gocémonos, loved,
and vámonos to see in your handsomeness
to the mount or to the hill
do it flows with the pure water;
let's enter more inside the thickness.
And then to the increases
caverns of the stone we will go away,
that are well hidden,
and there we will bring in ourselves,
and the grenades must we will please.
There you would show me
what my soul was claiming,
and then you would give to me
there you, my life,
what you happened another day:
aspiring of the air,
the singing of the sweet nightingale,
the copse and his grace
, in the serene night
with flame that it consumes and does not make sad;
that nobody was looking at it,
Aminadab did not seem either,
and the encirclement was resting,
and the knighthood
considering the waters it was descending. Watch Southland S02E03 U-Boat now
It is a question of a strophe of Italian origin that combines poems of major and minor art in particular heptameters and endecasílabos, more or less with the structure
7th
11B
7th
7b
11B
As other estrófas of orígen Italian, from there brought it the big Garcílaso, and we owe the name to him.
If of my low lyre
so much there could the sun than in a moment
it was appeasing the anger
and the fury of the sea and the movement.
Some recognized fellow guest can that he remembers that they taught the school to us that one of:
Garcilaso imports the lyre, Brother Luis de León, the cristianiza, and Saint John of the Cross deifies it.
And the fact is that in effect, while the importer of the strophe scarcely uses it, the victimized rector of Salamanca does it with profusion: Who does not remember the Ode to the retired life inspired by the Beatus ille, qui procul negotiis ut prisca gens mortalium Horatian?
Curious, for not saying another thing, was the life of
this Augustinian descendant
of new Christians, what, it can that,
it was influencing in his, never hidden, interest
on the part of the sacred writing, common
with the Hebrew religion, what has happened in
to call Ancient Testament with very little,
we would say that none, I affect for him version
official of the Bible, The Vulgata.
These suspicious preferences call
the attention of the Holy Office, onlooker
this office of staying awake at the same time for
purity of the soul and of the blood, which in 1572
it calls him to chapter, remaining
imprisoned for five years by the Inquisition
without judgment and the fact is that not even the anti-Semitism
Don Adolfo invented not
prison use model in Guantanamo
it is especially novel.
What rested life
that of that the worldly ruïdo flees
and it continues the hidden one
footpath where they have gone
few wise persons who in the world have been!
That does not muddy the breast
of the haughty big ones the state,
not of the golden roof
it is admired, made
of the wise Moor, in jaspers sustained.
He does not treat if the reputation
he sings with voice his name pregonera,
he does not even recover if it raises
the flattering language
what condemns the sincere truth.
What is big enough to my contentment
if I am of the vain special finger,
if in search of this wind
I walk discouraged
with living avidity and mortal care?
Oh I stand out, oh mount, oh I laugh!
Oh delightful sure secret!
I rotate almost the vessel,
to your almo I rest
I flee of aqueste stormy sea.
A not rompido I dream,
a pure, happy, free day I want;
I do not want to see the frown
in vain severe
of whom does the blood extoll or the money.
Wake up the birds to me
with his singing süave not learned,
them serious care
to that it is always followed
who to the foreign abritrio is abided.
To live I want with me,
to have a good time I want of the good that I have to to the sky
to alone, without witness,
free of love, of zeal,
of hate, of hopes, of mistrust.
Of the mount in the hillside
as my hand planted I have an orchard,
that with the spring
of beautiful flower covered,
it already shows in hope the true fruit.
And like covetous
of seeing and increasing his handsomeness,
from the airy summit
a pure fountain
up to coming running he hurries.
And then calmed
the step between the trees turning,
the soil of spent
of vegetable dressing,
and with diverse flowers it is interspersing.
The air the orchard airs,
and it offers thousand smells of the sense,
the trees it wiggles
with a mattress ruïdo,
that of the gold and of the scepter puts negligence.
His treasure be had
those who of a weak log entrust themselves:
it is not mine to see to the cry
that they distrust
when the north wind and the south-west wind insist.
The fought antenna
it rattles, and in blind night the clear day
it returns; to the sky it sounds
confused yelling,
and the sea they enrich to obstinacy.
To me a pobrecilla
table, of well supplied kind peace
I was enough to myself, and the china
of thin gold worked,
belong to who the sea is not afraid angered.
And while wretch -
mind others they are burning
in thirst insacïable
of not durable control,
stretched I to the shade am singing.
To the shade stretched
of ivy and crowned eternal laurel,
put the attentive ear
to the sweet, agreed sound,
of the plectrum learnedly wiggled.
But without desmerecer to anybody it is undoubtedly the Carmelite one, Saint John of the Cross, who raises the lyre to his maximum lyricism. Reformer of Carmelo together with another heteredoxa of the epoch, Santa Teresa, which, however much today they are both doctors of the church, generated thousand and problems with the catholic hierarchy of the epoch. It is not known that they were falling down on him you suspect in new Christian, which in the epoch was a crime in itself, nevertheless the influence that on him there had, the said one, Teresa de Cepeda, who yes was a suspect of this crime, leads him to being a road surface partial to the reform of the order, becoming imprisoned, to instances of the Carmelite footwears, for almost one year. In spite of everything, and in one of these twirls so of the taste of the Vatican, where I said I say, say Diego, it is beatified in 1657 by Clemente X and canonized in 1726 by Benedicto XIII, Pío XII names it doctor of the Universal Church and from 1952, in a decision that I share entirely, he is an employer of the Spanish poets. During a dark night,
with avidity, in loves inflamed
oh happy luck!,
I went out without being noticed
being already my calm house.
In the dark and sure,
for the secret disguised scale,
Oh happy luck!,
in the dark and in trap,
being already my calm house.
In the happy night
secretly, that nobody saw me,
I was not even looking at thing,
without another light and guide
but the one that in the heart was burning.
Aquésta was guiding me
more true than the light of the midday,
where he was waiting for me
who did I well know myself,
partly where nobody seemed.
Oh in the night that you guided!
Oh kind night more than the dawn!
Oh in the night that you joined
Loved with loved,
loved in the Dear one transformed!
In my flowery breast
that I inform for him only was keeping,
there it remained asleep,
and I was giving him,
and the ventalle of cedars air was giving
The air of the merlon,
when I was interspersing his hairs,
with his serene hand
in my neck it was hurting
and all my senses it was suspending.
Quedéme and olvidéme,
the face I leaned on the Dear one,
it stopped everything and dejéme,
leaving my care
between the lilies forgotten.
For that we study in the baccalaureate in the bienamado plan of 1957, without EGB's, BUP's, ESO's and other taxpaying trifles to an increasing illiteracy we learned that an alliteration was this:
I went out without being noticed
being already my calm house.
The repetition of the sound of that one, which is an alveolar fricative, produces a wonderful effect, although not only there is this the sound capable of producing this effect, one poems further down we have:
Loved with loved,
loved in the Dear one transformed
And Federico García Lorca, who has not also been an one-handed person at the time of doing music with the language gives us in the Romance of the Civil Guard
When the night was coming,
in the night that in the night nochera,
the gypsies in his forges
they were forging the suns and arrows.
A badly injured horse,
it was calling to all the doors.
Glass roosters were singing
for Jerez de la Frontera.
The wind, it turns nude
the corner of the surprise,
in the night platinoche in the night,
that in the night nochera.
And turning the holy poet native of Avila and for whom he likes the affectionate, even erotic poetry:
Wife:
Adónde you hid,
loved, and did you leave me with groan?
As the deer you fled,
having hurt me;
I went out after you, lamando, and you were gone.
Shepherds, that fuerdes
there, for the sheepfolds, to the hillock,
if for luck vierdes
that one that I more want,
say to him that I suffer, suffer and die.
Looking for my loves,
I will go for these mounts and banks;
I will not even take the flowers,
I will not even be afraid of the wild animals,
and I will spend the fortresses and borders.
(He asks to the Creatures)
Oh forests and thickness,
planted by the hand of the dear one!
Oh vegetables meadow,
of flowers enameled,
say if for you it has happened!
(Answer of the Creatures)
Thousand thank you spilling,
it happened for these copses with presura,
and being looking at them,
with alone his figure
dressed it left them of handsomeness.
Wife:
Moan, who will be able to cure me!
It finishes of surrendering already of vero;
do not want to send me
of today more already messenger,
that cannot say to me what I want.
And all singings stroll around,
of you me thousand go thank you recounting.
And they all more wound me,
and leave me dying
one I do not know what that they stay stammering.
More: how do you persevere,
oh life, without living where you live,
and doing, because you die,
the arrows that you receive,
of what of loved in you you conceive?
Why, since you have wounded
aqueste heart, did not you cure him?
And since you have stolen him from me,
why this way did you leave him,
and do not you take the theft that you stole?
It extinguishes my annoyances,
since that none is enough to deshacellos,
and see my eyes to you,
since you are a firelight dellos,
and only for you I want tenellos.
Oh crystalline source,
if in those your silver visages,
you were forming suddenly
the wished eyes,
that I have in my entrails drawn!
Separate them, loved,
that I go of flight!
Husband:
Turn, pigeon,
that the damaged deer
for the hillock it begins to show,
to the air of your flight, and fresh air takes.
Wife:
Me dear, the mountains,
the solitary vales nemorosos,
the strange isles,
the rivers sonorosos,
the whistle of the affectionate airs;
the calm night,
in pair of raise of the dawn,
the quiet music,
the sonorous solitude,
the dinner that it recreates and wins the love;
our flowery bed,
of lions caves connected,
in purple stretched,
of peace built,
of thousand shields of crowned gold!
To rear of your trace,
the young people passes to the way;
to the flash touch,
to the pickled pork it came,
emission of divine balsam.
In the interior wine vault
from me loved I drank, and when I was going out,
for every aquesta fertile plain,
thing did not know already
and the cattle I lost that earlier it continued.
There it gave me his breast,
there it taught me very tasty science,
and I gave to him in fact
to me, without leaving thing;
there I promised him of being his wife.
My soul has been used,
and all my wealth, in his service;
cattle did not keep already,
I already do not even have another office,
that in loving already only is my exercise.
Since already if in the common land
of today more be seen nor found,
you will say that I have got lost;
that walking lover,
I did perdidiza, and I was gained.
Of flowers and emeralds,
in the fresh select mornings,
we will do the garlands
in your love bloomed,
and in a hair of mine interwoven:
in only that hair
that in my neck to fly you considered;
mirástele in my neck,
and in imprisoned him you stayed,
and in one of my eyes you wounded yourself.
When you were looking at me,
your grace in me your eyes were printing;
that's why me adamabas,
and in that they were deserving
mine to adore what in you vían.
Do not want to despise me,
that if brown color in me you found,
you can already well look at me,
later at that you looked for me,
that grace and handsomeness in me you left.
Take the foxes to us,
that our vineyard is already bloomed,
while of roses
we do a pineapple,
and nobody seems in the montiña.
Stop, dead north wind;
come, south wind, that you remember the loves,
he aspires for my orchard,
and cover his smells,
and it will feed loved between the flowers.
Husband:
Brought in there is the wife
in the lively wished orchard,
and to his flavor it rests,
the leaned neck
exceed the sweet arms of the dear one.
Under the apple tree,
there with me you were married,
there I gave to the hand,
and you were repaired
where your mother was violated.
Or you, light birds,
lions, deer, jumping fallow deers,
mounts, vales, banks,
waters, airs, ardors
and watching fears of the nights,
for the lively lyres
and serenades singing averted you
that stop your anger
and do not touch to the wall,
because the wife sleeps surer.
Wife:
Oh nymphs of Judea,
while in the flowers and rosebushes
the amber perfumea,
morá in the suburbs,
and not queráis to touch our thresholds.
Hide, dear,
and it looks with your bundle to the mountains,
and do not want decillo;
more it looks at the compañas
of that it goes for strange isles.
Husband:
The half note palomica
to the ark with the branch it has returned,
and already the tortolica
to the wished associate
in the green banks it has found.
In solitude he was living,
and in solitude I have already put his nest,
and in solitude the guide
to alone his darling,
also in solitude of hurt love.
Wife:
Gocémonos, loved,
and vámonos to see in your handsomeness
to the mount or to the hill
do it flows with the pure water;
let's enter more inside the thickness.
And then to the increases
caverns of the stone we will go away,
that are well hidden,
and there we will bring in ourselves,
and the grenades must we will please.
There you would show me
what my soul was claiming,
and then you would give to me
there you, my life,
what you happened another day:
aspiring of the air,
the singing of the sweet nightingale,
the copse and his grace
, in the serene night
with flame that it consumes and does not make sad;
that nobody was looking at it,
Aminadab did not seem either,
and the encirclement was resting,
and the knighthood
considering the waters it was descending. Watch Southland S02E03 U-Boat now
Friday, March 19, 2010
Parable of the fisherman without luck.
To Julián Jiménez
with whom did it have it engaged
There was a fisherman to whom the luck him was shy, however much it was diligent and not only one day, not even being sick with extreme gravity, it was missing to the appointment with his office. It was carrying to extremes always, this good man, the rigor to execute, of measured, careful and exact form, each and everyone of the obligations that his work was demanding. As it had been taught itself by his father, who in turn had learned it of his grandfather, and this way we might go back until some of the progeny of the survivor Noé, as soon as there was forgotten the incident thanks to which they turned out to be surrounded with water for much time with the suitable one, he decided to leave the traditional works of agriculture and pasture to penetrate into the seas in search of food that were completing a diet, which till then, a content had in excessive cholesterol. It him was even such a point the fortune avoids that, in spite of his good one to do, was ever never achieving that in his networks any fish was falling down. There was surprised this good man from whom other fishermen, with the networks thousand times mended, with worse ships impelled by sails agurejeadas, a few times more and others less, were coming with fish ready to be sold. Adorned with extraordinary virtues, some of which we have already mentioned, like the diligence and the spirit of sacrifice, it had, after all nobody is perfect, a big defect: the pride. Our fisherman was extraordinarily proud. And what, in the suitable dose, can be a virtue, pués nothing good can bring an excessive modesty, and less still if it is false, in excess it can be terrible as it happened to our good fisherman. It was so much his pride that, with relative facility, might make a mistake with the cardinal sin of pride. It was up to such a proud point, that when the rest of fishermen of his brotherhood, worried by the future of that fishing port, for which that absence of results was not good, tried to make him see the errors that it was committing, he despised them, it made them notice his damaged networks, his mended sails, his weak skiffs on the verge of the shipwreck and hardened his ears until these, only, listened to his reasonings. It remained only, lost his patrimony accumulated after generations exercising the office of the fishing, his family left him and ended up by dying all forgotten without knowing that he was throwing his networks in the dead sea.
Really I say to you, that like this fisherman of the dead sea it is the PP of Alpedrete, however much we all say to him that to base the municipal budgets on the comeback of the brick and of a PGOU speculator is to gather the most frightful of the defeats, like the fisherman who was concealing his immense error after the defects of others, the PP of Alpedrete insists, with strange determination, on emphasizing the defects of others and the basic, and worse aspects do not modify an apex, of his Plan.
It was clear that, the fisherman, poor fisherman, sinful fisherman, never had another target that of catching fish, he never thought of catching treasures, less still of practising the piracy. Will it have the PP of Alpedrete, or anybody much emphasized from the PP of Alpedrete, some secret interest?
It is possible that there are surprises.
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with whom did it have it engaged
There was a fisherman to whom the luck him was shy, however much it was diligent and not only one day, not even being sick with extreme gravity, it was missing to the appointment with his office. It was carrying to extremes always, this good man, the rigor to execute, of measured, careful and exact form, each and everyone of the obligations that his work was demanding. As it had been taught itself by his father, who in turn had learned it of his grandfather, and this way we might go back until some of the progeny of the survivor Noé, as soon as there was forgotten the incident thanks to which they turned out to be surrounded with water for much time with the suitable one, he decided to leave the traditional works of agriculture and pasture to penetrate into the seas in search of food that were completing a diet, which till then, a content had in excessive cholesterol. It him was even such a point the fortune avoids that, in spite of his good one to do, was ever never achieving that in his networks any fish was falling down. There was surprised this good man from whom other fishermen, with the networks thousand times mended, with worse ships impelled by sails agurejeadas, a few times more and others less, were coming with fish ready to be sold. Adorned with extraordinary virtues, some of which we have already mentioned, like the diligence and the spirit of sacrifice, it had, after all nobody is perfect, a big defect: the pride. Our fisherman was extraordinarily proud. And what, in the suitable dose, can be a virtue, pués nothing good can bring an excessive modesty, and less still if it is false, in excess it can be terrible as it happened to our good fisherman. It was so much his pride that, with relative facility, might make a mistake with the cardinal sin of pride. It was up to such a proud point, that when the rest of fishermen of his brotherhood, worried by the future of that fishing port, for which that absence of results was not good, tried to make him see the errors that it was committing, he despised them, it made them notice his damaged networks, his mended sails, his weak skiffs on the verge of the shipwreck and hardened his ears until these, only, listened to his reasonings. It remained only, lost his patrimony accumulated after generations exercising the office of the fishing, his family left him and ended up by dying all forgotten without knowing that he was throwing his networks in the dead sea.
Really I say to you, that like this fisherman of the dead sea it is the PP of Alpedrete, however much we all say to him that to base the municipal budgets on the comeback of the brick and of a PGOU speculator is to gather the most frightful of the defeats, like the fisherman who was concealing his immense error after the defects of others, the PP of Alpedrete insists, with strange determination, on emphasizing the defects of others and the basic, and worse aspects do not modify an apex, of his Plan.
It was clear that, the fisherman, poor fisherman, sinful fisherman, never had another target that of catching fish, he never thought of catching treasures, less still of practising the piracy. Will it have the PP of Alpedrete, or anybody much emphasized from the PP of Alpedrete, some secret interest?
It is possible that there are surprises.
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An enemy of the people and the nuclear energy
It does like a pair of years the National Dramatic Center it put in representation the work of the Norwegian Ibsen, An enemy of the people, in version of Juan Mayorga. It is a play that I was already interested in when they put in that television marvel called Study 1, with José Bódalo, distinguished actor and well-known Real Madrid supporter, in the role of the doctor Stockmann and Irene Gutiérrez Caba giving him the reply. Many interpretations have been done of this denunciation that there does Ibsen of the possibility that the democracy ends up by occurring into demagogy. There is even the one who wants to see a certain justification of the fascism, something that Arthur Miller, author of one of the versions of more success of the work, version that was represented in Spain, in 1973, with Fernando Fernán Gómez and Emma Cohen, denies categorically. Inside the elitist Stockmann speech there was a point for which many have accused it of fascist, but Miller was defending that anybody of the moral integrity of Ibsen could not be a precedent of the fascism. In any case, this work has been, and it will be, controversial because the Stockmann speeches are done from a freethinking man with self-centered personality. The bare Ibsen speech traumatizes because in an epoch in which there is sacralizado the system of formal democracy, this that some of us call of bourgeois democracy, this speech so individualistic that it defends the minority over the majority goes beyond what it is a stage play.
This stage play has come to the memory to the thread of the polemic that is caused by the fact that two municipalities Yebra in Guadalajara, Castilla-La Mancha and Ascó in Tarragona, Catalonia have turned out to be involved in a polemic, of all known, by the installation, or candidacy for the installation, of the receptacle destined to contain the residues proceeding from the Spanish nuclear power plants. And it has come to the memory for the interview, in the program window that Gemma Nierga does to Andreu Carranza, writer and son of Joan Carranza, the mayor of Ascó, who headed the struggle for avoiding the establishment of the nuclear power plant in this locality. In this interview Jordi Martí, the director of informative of Radio Barcelona and reclacitrante and obtuse culé, without taking position, like good journalist, except in the soccer thing, that is, put on the table the fact, practically, proved of that most of the population of Ascó were favorable to the installation of the cemetery in the municipal term. The question, leaving to the margin the discussion sobr the Nuclear energy rests in that it is necessary to look for a place where to keep the generated residues, because they have been generated, we cannot act as if they did not exist, and it seems logical that she is the Ascó not even population, neither that of Yebra nor that of any municipality, of isolated form, which decides on the suitable place. It should be the Government, and in this case the Government of Spain, which was taking the decision about the place adapted for this installation, assuming the popularity, or unpopularity, of the decision. Yesterday the same, and also in the chain Ser, Pepe Masa, mayor of Rivas, I hope that many years for the good of the ripenses, high place and skylight expressed it.
It has served, on the other hand, all this polemic to bring to the first plane the debate again on the Nuclear energy, one debates that some of them, so well-intentioned as badly informed, try to settle with a Nuclear yellow sheet and the motto not, thank you. The debate cannot be established between nuclear energy yes or nuclear energy not. This is a barren debate. The nuclear energy, in itself, is neither good nor bad. His use is good if it is used in medicine, for example, to reduce carcinomas hardly operable, and it is bad if it is used to arm heads of missiles. We would begin then to debate on the use of the nuclear energy to generate consumption energy, and before continuing, should bear in mind, that, theoretically there are two types of nuclear processes, those of fission and those of merger. All the operative head offices, in the world, in this moment are of nuclear fission. So much the head offices that at present existing as those who could have been constructed of merger present, initially two disadvantages: The impact that they could produce in his environment fundamentally determined by the need to refresh the reactor and the safety of the installation. The Chernobil catastrophe revealed the need to carry to extremes to the maximum the safety protocols, something that, certainly, was not done in the already decadent USSR. But the catastrophe, if the same, it does not invalidate the use of the nuclear energy, on having talked each other of a catastrophe perfectly avoidable, as well as the destruction of a prey does not invalidate the hydroelectric production of the energy not the fire of a thermal power station invalidates, only for safety, this type of head offices. That, for being installed badly or badly supported, twenty wind mills were falling down causing innumerable ravages it would not invalidate the production of this type of energy either. As for the environmental impact derived from the warming of the water, generally proceeding from a river and that returns to this river significantly warmer, it is not major than the aggression that, from any point of view, he suffers a region when in her he installs a prey or marsh to himself, is not even major than the greenhouse effect produced by the emission of carbon dioxide. Up to a wind park or a nuclear orchard they have an environmental impact, although it is only from the landscape point of view, and it is not the only one.
The debate begins to center, and in fact this is what now is of actuality, when we enter something that for the fission head offices is inevitable and for it, to my judgment, it discredits of radical form to the current nuclear power plants: the residues. Simplifying a little, the fission process consists of bombarding an isotope, for example the Uranium 235, present in less than 1 % in the natural Uranium, with a relatively heavy particle, for example a neutron, initially there gives place to Uranium 236 that splits, hence the term fission, producing Barium 141 and Kripton 92, in a process in which a part of the mass transforms in energy as the conodísima formulates E = Δ mc ². The problem is in that to do with this barium and this kripton that there are unstable isotopes capable of continuing the process up to producing a chain reaction, and that it will keep on being unstable for much that you bury in cemeteries to test of everything.
There is the one who thinks, I do not finish of realizing it well, that this problem of the residues would end if we were advancing towards merger head offices. In effect the merger of nuclei of slightly heavy atoms, it usually put the limit in the iron (Faith), produces a matter transformation in energy following the familiar one E = Δ mc ². Here there is no speculation position that is a process that takes place before our eyes since it dawns until it gets dark, in the Sun. The most classic merger, which is that of the stars, is the deuterium - tritio, or deuterium - deuterium, isotopes of the hydrogen, to give place to Helium, which is a noble and inert gas. Since... it seems clear: Let's construct merger head offices! But..., because there is peros, we have a problem, which not even Huston can solve. In the Sun, in general in the stars, we see, and feel, the process already in march, a process that, everything seems to indicate, it begins with a fragmentation of a nebula, initially cold. One, or several, of the fragments becomes condensed until ten reaches approximately millions of grades, and there it begins, and later it continues in chain, the merger reaction earlier described. The need for so important energy contribution to initiate the process can justify itself for the fact that we are trying to melt two nuclei, that is to say two atoms without electronic crust loaded, therefore, positively. And two electrical charges with the same sign as the basic beginning of the electromagnetism is repelled. We would come to the absurdity of having to provoke a fission reaction, with the problems earlier described, to be able to initiate the wished merger. It is trying to be advanced in the field of the cold fusion, but it seems still distant to me, however much beech who augurs for the outskirts of 2020 the first nuclear power plants with merger reactor. Both in the line of investigation of the battery of Palladium / oxide of Zirconio, and in the attempt of replacement of the crust eléctronica of the deuterium for muones that will reduce positive load to the nuclei, favoring the merger of these, the things seem to go very slowly, between other things because the big multinationals of the energy, starting by the oil-bearing centers are very little interested in advancing for this area.
It is convenient that those who put the sheet Nuclear not, thank you, I have never put it to myself, be able to defend this motto with arguments. If it is not like that they will lose, we will lose, the debate.
This stage play has come to the memory to the thread of the polemic that is caused by the fact that two municipalities Yebra in Guadalajara, Castilla-La Mancha and Ascó in Tarragona, Catalonia have turned out to be involved in a polemic, of all known, by the installation, or candidacy for the installation, of the receptacle destined to contain the residues proceeding from the Spanish nuclear power plants. And it has come to the memory for the interview, in the program window that Gemma Nierga does to Andreu Carranza, writer and son of Joan Carranza, the mayor of Ascó, who headed the struggle for avoiding the establishment of the nuclear power plant in this locality. In this interview Jordi Martí, the director of informative of Radio Barcelona and reclacitrante and obtuse culé, without taking position, like good journalist, except in the soccer thing, that is, put on the table the fact, practically, proved of that most of the population of Ascó were favorable to the installation of the cemetery in the municipal term. The question, leaving to the margin the discussion sobr the Nuclear energy rests in that it is necessary to look for a place where to keep the generated residues, because they have been generated, we cannot act as if they did not exist, and it seems logical that she is the Ascó not even population, neither that of Yebra nor that of any municipality, of isolated form, which decides on the suitable place. It should be the Government, and in this case the Government of Spain, which was taking the decision about the place adapted for this installation, assuming the popularity, or unpopularity, of the decision. Yesterday the same, and also in the chain Ser, Pepe Masa, mayor of Rivas, I hope that many years for the good of the ripenses, high place and skylight expressed it.
It has served, on the other hand, all this polemic to bring to the first plane the debate again on the Nuclear energy, one debates that some of them, so well-intentioned as badly informed, try to settle with a Nuclear yellow sheet and the motto not, thank you. The debate cannot be established between nuclear energy yes or nuclear energy not. This is a barren debate. The nuclear energy, in itself, is neither good nor bad. His use is good if it is used in medicine, for example, to reduce carcinomas hardly operable, and it is bad if it is used to arm heads of missiles. We would begin then to debate on the use of the nuclear energy to generate consumption energy, and before continuing, should bear in mind, that, theoretically there are two types of nuclear processes, those of fission and those of merger. All the operative head offices, in the world, in this moment are of nuclear fission. So much the head offices that at present existing as those who could have been constructed of merger present, initially two disadvantages: The impact that they could produce in his environment fundamentally determined by the need to refresh the reactor and the safety of the installation. The Chernobil catastrophe revealed the need to carry to extremes to the maximum the safety protocols, something that, certainly, was not done in the already decadent USSR. But the catastrophe, if the same, it does not invalidate the use of the nuclear energy, on having talked each other of a catastrophe perfectly avoidable, as well as the destruction of a prey does not invalidate the hydroelectric production of the energy not the fire of a thermal power station invalidates, only for safety, this type of head offices. That, for being installed badly or badly supported, twenty wind mills were falling down causing innumerable ravages it would not invalidate the production of this type of energy either. As for the environmental impact derived from the warming of the water, generally proceeding from a river and that returns to this river significantly warmer, it is not major than the aggression that, from any point of view, he suffers a region when in her he installs a prey or marsh to himself, is not even major than the greenhouse effect produced by the emission of carbon dioxide. Up to a wind park or a nuclear orchard they have an environmental impact, although it is only from the landscape point of view, and it is not the only one.
The debate begins to center, and in fact this is what now is of actuality, when we enter something that for the fission head offices is inevitable and for it, to my judgment, it discredits of radical form to the current nuclear power plants: the residues. Simplifying a little, the fission process consists of bombarding an isotope, for example the Uranium 235, present in less than 1 % in the natural Uranium, with a relatively heavy particle, for example a neutron, initially there gives place to Uranium 236 that splits, hence the term fission, producing Barium 141 and Kripton 92, in a process in which a part of the mass transforms in energy as the conodísima formulates E = Δ mc ². The problem is in that to do with this barium and this kripton that there are unstable isotopes capable of continuing the process up to producing a chain reaction, and that it will keep on being unstable for much that you bury in cemeteries to test of everything.
There is the one who thinks, I do not finish of realizing it well, that this problem of the residues would end if we were advancing towards merger head offices. In effect the merger of nuclei of slightly heavy atoms, it usually put the limit in the iron (Faith), produces a matter transformation in energy following the familiar one E = Δ mc ². Here there is no speculation position that is a process that takes place before our eyes since it dawns until it gets dark, in the Sun. The most classic merger, which is that of the stars, is the deuterium - tritio, or deuterium - deuterium, isotopes of the hydrogen, to give place to Helium, which is a noble and inert gas. Since... it seems clear: Let's construct merger head offices! But..., because there is peros, we have a problem, which not even Huston can solve. In the Sun, in general in the stars, we see, and feel, the process already in march, a process that, everything seems to indicate, it begins with a fragmentation of a nebula, initially cold. One, or several, of the fragments becomes condensed until ten reaches approximately millions of grades, and there it begins, and later it continues in chain, the merger reaction earlier described. The need for so important energy contribution to initiate the process can justify itself for the fact that we are trying to melt two nuclei, that is to say two atoms without electronic crust loaded, therefore, positively. And two electrical charges with the same sign as the basic beginning of the electromagnetism is repelled. We would come to the absurdity of having to provoke a fission reaction, with the problems earlier described, to be able to initiate the wished merger. It is trying to be advanced in the field of the cold fusion, but it seems still distant to me, however much beech who augurs for the outskirts of 2020 the first nuclear power plants with merger reactor. Both in the line of investigation of the battery of Palladium / oxide of Zirconio, and in the attempt of replacement of the crust eléctronica of the deuterium for muones that will reduce positive load to the nuclei, favoring the merger of these, the things seem to go very slowly, between other things because the big multinationals of the energy, starting by the oil-bearing centers are very little interested in advancing for this area.
It is convenient that those who put the sheet Nuclear not, thank you, I have never put it to myself, be able to defend this motto with arguments. If it is not like that they will lose, we will lose, the debate.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
The PP of Alpedrete
Since I initiated, soon it will do three years, this experience of writing with fortitude of that what I think, without intention of convincing or of indoctrinating, should come to others, and especially since I redeem the councilman's charge I have tried, do not know if I have managed, desdramatizar my relations with the People's Party putting him to, clearly and native, discrepancy the sense of humor drops that I have been able. In this context, in multiple occasions, I have called Mrs Maria de la Soledad Casado alcalda, instead of mayoress, trying to allude to his irrefenable, almost compulsive, tendency to commit abuses of authority, which has made him backfire in some occasions, the affirmation is still in the memory of the alpedreteños, without moving a muscle of the face, of which he was thinking to put to the sports center the name of Rafael Nadal, with the argument that it was a question of a big sportsman: person from Madrid!?! as if it happened, to the persons from Madrid, what is said happens with those of Bilbao capable of being born there where they want, which made possible that Our mister Jesus Christ, clear person from Bilbao, was born in Bethlehem. For this type of questions, of backfires I have nicknamed it, in some moment and always with respect, The petarda. This distended tone, it could have given the sensation that my relations with the popular alpedreteños it was excellent, in the personal area it is understood. Without having this excellence, and although missis mayoress has expelled me from a plenary meeting, I have been hardly criticized on his official page, after having to bear his awful education answering our questions with guttural monosyllables, and they even put themselves in a backs plenary meeting while I was intervening, because I satiate of bearing the unbearable interventions at the end of every point, without right to reply, of missis mayoress, in one of them, in an obvious and provocative way I started reading the newspaper, and the relations were not excellent, finally, and I always refer to those of personal nature, they were, at least, polite and polite. Even in some public intervention I have gone so far as to congratulate myself, everyone can deduce with that grade of irony and sarcasm, for the fact that "The PP of my people is not in any town-planning plot", congratulation that was serving to me to reveal, his clear uselessness and incompetence.
The last announced events, of form, which wanted, I do not know if successfully, subtle in a parable published in this binnacle, they are going to change, necessary, this situation, and although I would like that at least the education was persisting, and it will not be me who loses it, difficult times approach. The facts have been reported in the press conference summoned yesterday, with the presence and support of the direction in the person of the partner Carmen Villares and complete account happens in our portal, the local press does echo to itself, even the one that is usually less critical with the management of the PP. And, since they have no arguments, because the facts are those who are, what they have done is, as the small children do, atufarse, to get angry, to fill with false indignation, and to threaten us with the courts. There, if they want, we wait for them, we are calm. Because politically we have defeated them, because they have to explain like someone, and precisely the one who today is a councilman of town planning, who today defends the PGOU of Alpedrete, knew, six months before it was beginning the process that his property would finish re-qualified. Will it be able to keep on defending the kindness of a Plan that to the one who more is of benefit is to him and to his environment? Very much I am afraid that yes because there is the one who can go so far as to harden his face up to unsuspected limits. We are going to spend hard times, know that we are going to be pressed and threatened. Yesterday we said and it is a strong bet:
Last December 30 an agreement was signed between a construction firm and the Town hall of Alpedrete in order to detail a sector affected by the PGOU known as “The Plains”. The target of this agreement is the construction of an important number of housings in this sector on the part of this property development company, once approved definitely the PGOU and in the minor possible period of time.
Between the papers contributed by the property development company there are included contracts of buy and of call option on the part of this company of the farms affected in future PGOU, which is still still to be approved definitely. In the relation of titular persons of these areas that have turned out to be benefited by these contracts there appears the current councilman of town planning of Alpedrete. In other words, this person has already turned out to be benefited economically by the development of this PGOU and that that still has not been approved. There escapes from nobody now which has been the real motivation by which it was included in the electoral list of the People's Party to the last municipal elections. It was never a political motivation, it was simple and smoothly a personal economic reason.
We ask, for obvious motives, the immediate resignation of the councilman of town planning, which we suspect has used his charge to promote a beneficial PGOU for his particular interests. His situation is ethically untenable inside the team of government.
But the most serious of this matter is that this contract of “call option“ between the parts, of which an important payment has already been carried out on the part of this company to the mister councilman, took place on July 1, 2005, six months before the public exhibition of the PGOU, on December 23, 2005.
The proper contract alludes to the PGOU that was, in these dates, beginning appearing for the team editor and the team of government of Marisol Casado. The question to which the mayoress has to answer is: how did the construction firm know what areas were going to be included in the advance of this PGOU?.
Married Marisol: How did the company know that these areas were going to be re-qualified by a PGOU 6 months before being exhibited publicly? Not even the coincidence has capacity in the answer because in several occasions and inside the contract one always alludes to the development of the PGOU.
The Mayoress and the councilman of town planning have always defended this PGOU with fingernails and teeth with the argument that it was necessary for the municipality, which was beneficial for the development of the people Y MÁS LEJOS DE REALITY. They have cheated the neighbors with a farce that is not already supported and for that reason also we ask that the resignation of the Mayoress of Alpedrete that since we all know in 2005 was governing the destinations of our municipality. She is responsible for the current situation of founded suspicion that relapses on the Town hall into reference to this one more than cloudy matter.
As soon as possible, and since we have asked repeatedly the latter years, we demand that this General Plan should move back and that it should be adapted to the real needs for the municipality and his neighbors, not to the personal needs for few ones.
Finally we call also to the political forces that still believe in the real needs of Alpedrete and that are opposite to using the politics as a tool for personal benefit to denounce this deplorable situation, as well as to the local associations of the municipality and to the neighbors in general.
Our neighbors wish a transparent management, not performances cloudy and full of questions that only they lead to question once again the municipal political activity. And they go already too much in our Community of Madrid.
Confíamos, I trust, in the IUCM support, until now we have no complaint. And I trust in your support, the support of those that, from the agreement or the discrepancy, you read the things that this humble applicant writes to Bolshevik's beginner: What would Pavel Korchaguin do in these circumstances? Better I do not appear it. Or yes?
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
A way of doing politics: To threaten
The People's Party of Alpedrete has already given an answer to the information, which at the moment is only that, information, which the Assembly of Alpedrete of IU, not alone Fernando Jiménez, model partner always in the point of view of the most reactionary of the cavern, has made known of the public opinion. And it has given the only answer that can: The Threat. He is not out of line, because it cannot, that the current Town planning councilman, six months before the PGOU was beginning to walk, signed a contract of sale of an area, in the area of the Plains, which then had the qualification of rustic, with a series of claúsulas that allude to the future reassessment of this area like urbanizable. He is not out of line, because it is not possible, that the current town planning councilman, was, affiliate already of that time to the PP. I, we, the Assembly, the municipal group, we cannot affirm, because we neither are judges nor are fiscal, that, today, town planning councilman, has committed some crime. We say what we say, juridically advised by IU-CM, and what we say is easily verifiable, since this document, the document that proves reliably the existence of this buying and selling, is a public document and is in municipal dependencies. And we are not we, because this original is not, as it is natural, in our power, who we are going to show it. Who if it can demand it, if he considers it to be opportune, is a judge, and perhaps, if the threat of the councilman of town planning, expressed by means of burofax to the municipal group of IULV: must we understand that it will be the municipal group the denounced one? The assembly of Alpedrete of IU? Izquierda Unida Community of Madrid?, of presenting: who presents it? the councilman, according to his charge? the councilman, like citizen? The PP of Alpedrete?, a complaint for defamation, ends for sustanciarse, this document, which exists and we have seen it, it finishes in judicial dependencies. For us, perfect.
What remains clear is that for the People's Party there is no another way of defending itself from a Political accusation, that the threat. But with us they have punctured in bone, we feel strong and calm, first because we have told the truth and nothing more that the truth, affirming that it should have been all the truth is excessive, because some truth can that we could not prove it and do not say it, and also we feel endorsed politics and juridically for our organization IUCM.
What remains clear is that for the People's Party there is no another way of defending itself from a Political accusation, that the threat. But with us they have punctured in bone, we feel strong and calm, first because we have told the truth and nothing more that the truth, affirming that it should have been all the truth is excessive, because some truth can that we could not prove it and do not say it, and also we feel endorsed politics and juridically for our organization IUCM.
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