"... AND ARE NOT KILL"
Art, in a country like our own hurts, and hurts even death. On Tuesday May 27, the great poet of Canto Coral died alone in some corner of his house as he wanted to go and as they also wanted selective forgetting vultures awaiting their prey thrive expires to arrange a posthumous tribute in life who forgot to claim that their voice will also be forgotten.
They were wrong, that Alejandro Romualdo is for those who have known how to die as he has lived, only to remember that in 1949 at age 23 and being a student of literature at San Marcos won the National Prize for Poetry for his poem "The Tower of the deluded" and refused to receive the money considering that they wanted to prostitute his verses, starting a clean record before a state full ethics speeches and fine words but in practice cornering the best sons of the people trying to condemn them to ostracism.
Art, in a country like our own hurts, and hurts even death. On Tuesday May 27, the great poet of Canto Coral died alone in some corner of his house as he wanted to go and as they also wanted selective forgetting vultures awaiting their prey thrive expires to arrange a posthumous tribute in life who forgot to claim that their voice will also be forgotten. They were wrong, that Alejandro Romualdo is for those who have known how to die as he has lived, only to remember that in 1949 at age 23 and being a student of literature at San Marcos won the National Prize for Poetry for his poem "The Tower of the deluded" and refused to receive the money considering that they wanted to prostitute his verses, starting a clean record before a state full ethics speeches and fine words but in practice cornering the best sons of the people trying to condemn them to ostracism.
come to mind those days when I was 12 and still at school one morning we were taken to "Films Susy" to witness a play about Tupac Amaru II, were the years of General Velasco JM and do not remember who mounted the stage but got stuck in my Romualdo's poem "Canto Coral a Tupac Amaru" who recited at the end of the play, I was very impressed but not as much as the telluric force that reverberated in every line, for the first time I realized force could be poetry, but later, in college, I returned to hear the same poetry in the courtyard of San Marcos letters and explanation of the mouth of the Romualdo that always eluded public appearances, he had agreed to give a lecture about his poetry, explaining that he had been inspired by the myth of Inkarrí and the permanent struggle of our people. life's blows are or do you forge that I liquidated or forged as steel, and that I knew very well Romualdo and take care not to join the circle of those who fly like moths around the flame of power, lived and died with dignity, which was the same line of Francisco Bendezú, Martin Adam, Vallejo and Arguedas who never mortgaged the front man of the moment.
will spend a few days and the "official Peru" hear some bombastic speech at Government House or Congress on the dead poet, perhaps a "special" on Channel 7 or section of a hack on the " cultural "de" El Peruano " that nobody reads unless you find any law or any law become a trap, then comes the silence "official" FTAs, some ALCUE, APEC or a toll of laughter, announcing the "end of poverty" by country chronically hungry not only for bread but hungry for beauty and culture. However in the real Peru, the one that works his life pulse every morning, the one who knows how to laugh and mourn, and that assumes the present to build for the future will always keep alive the poet who has fallen because he knows that:
"... On the third day of suffering,
when you believe everything is finished,
screaming freedom! on earth,
volver.Y must not be killed. "
Romualdo Farewell! Mario Dominguez
Olaya
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