Today exactly 18 years ago, a group of terrorists riddled my neighbor leaving his house. They put his body under the car he was driving and blew it to pieces. Four hours later, the neighbors went door to door collecting these pieces the Wind. Today I told this story to a couple of girls, 13 and 12 years and put their faces blank. Blessed are the marbles of today who do not live blackouts or frightened by the sound of firecrackers. The funny thing is that since I was forgetting me too. Also
Today marks the 30th anniversary of the priest asesitanto Arnulfo Romero in El Salvador and spent Sunday Day was held NO DISCRIMINATION. It sounds far, it sounds like happened. The funny thing is that today Israel continues bombing in Cuba Fidel Gazha and just talk about the death of a dissident who had been imprisoned 30 years. The Grandmothers of May now looking great-grandchildren and Aung San Suu Kyi remains imprisoned in Burma for the mere fact of being opposition to the dictator. Sounds like the last century, no?
Even today in Peru there are victims of terrorism and there are people with three lost generations. So much technology and so "blast" makes us lose sight of the country in which we live. By the way, is not feel that there is a gap in history between this and the preceding generation? Recently a friend complaining that schools do not include the period of terrorism in history classes in Peru. I asked her if she talked to her daughter about what was experienced in the country during those years, she replied that it is the school. And so until there are one hundred years ... The collective forgetting is the social paralysis.
Once my sister told me that all generations of beginning of the century are inventive, the reckless, the creative. There are generations that reflect on past mistakes and build collective knowledge to enjoy individual freedom. Thus died the Middle Ages and the Renaissance began, for example.
What is clear is that today's generation has a new social agenda. On TV there is a new type of advertising, the entrepreneur and the dreamer who believe that nothing is impossible and laugh at the pessimists. Peruvian stories that made it pretty successful. The collective agenda was changed to individual agenda. Okay, we must go forward, to "move on".
social consciousness today is green, if not the world ends and with it our neighbors in flora and fauna. Today we are not all equal but different and that our value lies in being different from each other, be individual. Between social and individual, I consider myself a hybrid. In my 32 years belong to several generations, I have a foot in the past and one in the future. Respond to stimuli in the 80's, 90s and 2000s, reflect on the social divisions that have not healed and I believe in the "yes we can!".
In my favor I must say that I am an optimist and have always believed that we can all see the bright side of the road, even the most pessimistic, those who are old in body and spirit. Do not blame them, life is not easy and Peru has been through so much ... This internal social spark today made me feel responsible to turn them into positive people, happy, get them out of the dark side. Until today. Today in
work gave a talk on learning and promoting development came during the week and two hours. Five people attended and I know of them only one is working on developing a conscious plan for the future for him and his team. I also know that the rest next week to begin discussing in the corridors "why not make a presentation on learning and development is needed" and when I say "if I did the previous week and were five cats," they I say "we do not have time" or "what if in the end nothing happens here."
Until a week ago me down a lot this broken record. I could not avoid, fight the current tires. But today, truly understand that each person owns their own destiny and is ultimately responsible for being happy. I have not given, no, if I have that spark inside redirected to more productive uses.
Today I decided not to touch me again for those voices opaque, both rough and smoke and come from inside me. From today I will of those spirits that are not built and never sags. Today ended up putting my own two feet in front and you can always believe.
Today I walk, extend arms and I feel young, long hair and no gray. Today breath.
not save yourself Do not stand still by the roadside
not freeze the joy
not want
reluctantly
not save yourself now or ever
not save yourself calm will not fill the world
book not only a quiet corner
do not drop heavy eyelids as judgments
not stay without lips
do not sleep without dreams do not think
bloodless
not judge yourself without time
but nevertheless can not help
and freeze the joy
and want and I reluctantly
now saved and you are filled with quiet
reserves in the world and only a quiet corner and you drop
eyelids heavy as judgments
and you wipe no lips and
you sleep without dreams and I think
bloodless
and you judge without time and stay motionless
roadside and then you save yourself
not stay with me. Mario Benedetti
PD: Nice poem by Benedetti, Illapu to music masterfully. My pita on your finger to remember how to send the gum to not believe you can do something else.
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