CITY BUENOS AIRES ( Urgente24 ). "It's a city like so many other" . So defined in 1986, Jorge Luis Borges to Buenos Aires, the home town he decided to never come back because there were no "the guitar, the milongas, the cisterns and the courts" that characterized the landscape he loved.
The letter was sent to the then director of the agency EFE three weeks before the death of the author of 'El Aleph' and released on May 21, 1986.
The letter was written to "ending once and for all the harassment of journalists and calls and questions" about the controversy that created around them, based on his residence in Geneva, Switzerland, and his marriage to his secretary and companion María Kodama.
On Monday (24 / 8) hold 110 years of birth of Borges. Leaving to remember her last letter and a copy of the facsimile of the document below.
"Geneva, May 6, 1986
Dear friends of the agency EFE:
I send these lines to publish them wherever they want. I do to end once and for all with the siege of journalists and calls and questions that I'm tired.
am a free man. I decided to stay in Geneva, because Geneva is for the happiest years of my life. Mi Buenos Aires remains the guitars, the milongas, the wells of the courtyards. None of that exists now. It is a big city like so many others. In Geneva, I feel mysteriously happy. That has nothing to do with the worship of my ancestors and the essential love of country. I find it odd that someone does not understand and respect the decision of a man who has taken as a character from Wells, the determination to be an invisible man.
appreciationBut goodbye to you
Jorge Luis Borges. "
Source: http://www.urgente24.com/index.php?&id=ver&tx_ttnews [tt_news] = 127896 & cHash = 597e964458
home I have a cold, dark, taken by silence. Usurped by sadness, and visited by nostalgia. It's hard to live when one parent has died. It's hard to breathe between both crying. Happiness, for me, has been exiled. I can not remember the laughter, I feel the tears ....
In my house, there is a room: empty, but full of memories that was once darkness illuminated by a light, my light. Is the room which is always that someone, which we can not see but feel ....
My life has changed, we have fought. These lines full of feelings, bitterness, anger and resignation, there is much to say but little to write. There are feelings that have no adjectives, as well there are facts that are not forgiven ....
Always one to have it. But that did not want to be me. We always expect the drop rebalza the glass. But this time it broke. Always need that flame that keeps us alive, this was extinguished. Only the ashes remain, fighting against time, and life is waiting to be fire again. There is no place for winners or losers. Time is hope, yet tired ....
---------------
justice ..... that shit!
Neither Justice nor the money nor the paradise will be able to offset what we lost. Always aim at more. The pain does not go, endure ... Both have struggled, both have shouted, left, both have done ... And so we return it ....
What are 20 years for 193 people?
Here there only 193 people have died. Each person was linked to people. These people have lost a person, a friend, a partner, an uncle, a brother, a nephew, etc. Then: How many victims has left this catastrophic event?
SHIT WHERE WAS THE JUSTICE?
CARAJO WHERE WAS IN CONTROL?
WHICH IS THE ROLE OF POLITICAL? COIMEROS DE PUTA MADRE!
Know forgive, but forgiveness does not stop the pain ....
A LIFE NOT FORGET! A CHILD DOES NOT RECOVER!
