"Mortal."
This is called one of the famous poems of the giant national literature and the world, Gonzalo Rojas, who died at 93 years old and was buried yesterday, with maximum public recognition in Chillán, the city adopted as its home for many years. "Mortal" is a poem that, in our opinion, sums up the meaning of life:
"air am air, like all the great flight
mortal terrible and I'm here to step to the stars, but again
say that Men are now so close to each other, it would be wrong if the outbreak is the same is a mistake
it would be a mistake for us not to love. " Admirable
simplicity, wonderful use of language, the same devastated by the insolence of youth, they wash out, with "Spanglish" and his hobbies of urban tribes, unfortunately emulated by generations of older, less and less skilled in the use of English.
However, this was not merely a great poet player of words, less bombastic and empty talk. On the contrary. Its buildings were so lyrical level, which was to rise not only to receive the National Prize for Literature in 1992, but the Queen Sofia Prize for Latin American Poetry that year and the real "Nobel" English language, the Cervantes Prize in 2003. Still, he never lost that impressive simplicity of the great spirit. He was born in 1917 in our maritime Lebu and until now was considered, along with Nicanor Parra, one of the greatest national poets alive. Not for nothing and just recognition, the City of Los Angeles it was invited by the Municipality and the Municipal Public Library "Robert Evans" in the context of meetings with writers of Bío Bío, who enjoyed the simplicity and shine his poetry and the presentation of each poem.
Now, Chile saved two days of official mourning, with flags at half mast. The end de semana, uno de sus hijos había anunciado que el escritor se estaba “apagando lentamente”. Sufrió un accidente cerebrovascular, en su casa de Chillán y el 12 de marzo fue trasladado a Santiago, misma ciudad capital que le brindó un postrer homenaje masivo, en el Museo de Bellas Artes, donde incluso el Presidente de la República, Sebastián Piñera, lo saludó, como un poeta muy excepcional. Ayer, intelectuales, artistas, políticos y autoridades se hicieron presentes en Chillán para el funeral. En la plaza de armas, miles de personas le rindieron un silencioso homenaje. Al paso del cortejo, los chillanejos salían a las calles, a saludarlo, expresar su admiración y gratitud, entre otros aspects, having taken to the capital of Ñuble as his last residence. In access to the municipal cemetery, the flower petals and floral arrangements placed on his coffin. Among many, were the Minister of Culture, Luciano Cruz-Coke, actress Delfina Guzman, who was a friend of his wife and during the exile that the writer had in Caracas went to see on several occasions, and Senator Mariano Ruiz -Esquide, one of his friends in the political world. Gonzalo Rojas
rests, as was his desire, in the Park Artists from the cemetery, next to cultural figures such as Claudio Arrau and Eduardo "Lalo" Parra. However, are the physical remains, because his soul was exalted the lofty Olympus of art, that which is imperishable, leaving not only his so-called "erotic poetry", but all his poems and his way of life, with all his senses, made the most, and with the mind and heart. And we leave a literary legacy, a legacy full of humanity, human beings capable of overcoming both negative aspect, as manifest in the poem "Mortal" a phrase testimonial unforgettable human beings "are already so close together the other, it would be a mistake for us not to love. "
"MISS THE SMELL OF Puteri"
Mendoza asked if anything has not lost his youth, and answers "I'm totally young ... if you call that kind of vivacity youth who is not afraid to fear ... Why would lose if not in the days amusingly stupid miseries unisecular dictatorial Chile, never lost youth? ... Why not have I lost? Because I feel so ingrained, so attached to mine, to breathing ... What is lost? Lose, how to lose, bet and lose, especially gambling. We, who are the anarchists, do not walk after the power-bet and lost ... I miss the smell of whoring, I enjoyed that, it seemed so dirty, but it was defiling ... Not the whoring of Via San Camillo de Santiago de Chile, who had, five or seven in Valparaiso, but that is something that comes from further afield, to Spain, Greece, ancient Rome. The Romans were johns, but they had the grace to share the girls, the most remote brothel Bacchae, a few millimeters of sacredness. When I write poetry and I love poetry springs from love but not sexualized, is not an erotic flesh, that the bird will stop either one. No, no, no, not that. Everything is sacred is sacred orgasm, the whoring that was sacred, in my case. Why would young people to that? Not only for animal lust. In my opera an eros translated from joy, the charm of this wonder that is the vibration organs, glands, and the sacred. I am a sensual mystic, it always was. "
In this erotic, will there be in you a feminine side? And it says "Could be. But I think there is a native aspect of animality. I do not know if you've noticed that I use some words that do not exist in the dictionary of the English Royal Academy "animals", "animal trembling" I tell a beautiful girl, it was like an animal, like a dog, as a tigress. And it gives me much more vibration and, in that vivacity, that when hieratic beautiful, marble, splendid. "
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