FEMINICIDIO EN CUBA Y EN URUGUAY BY DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ,CUBANO URUGUAYO,GENIO
NO MIENTAS MAS.EL FEMINICIDIO EXISTE EN CUBA .Y todo el gobierno, los medios de comunicación y otros, parecería que Cuba solo es un paraíso para la prostitución que también es otra forma de Feminicidio. Mariela Castro, no mientas más al mundo............ And the entire government, the media and others, it would seem that Cuba is only a paradise for prostitution, which is also another form of Femicide. Mariela Castro, don't lie to the world anymore..
Feminicidio: Diana Russell, promotora inicial del concepto, lo definió como «el asesinato de mujeres por hombres motivados por el odio, desprecio, placer o sentido de posesión hacia las mujeres»
De acuerdo a Russell, «el feminicidio representa el extremo de un continuo de terror anti femenino que incluye una amplia variedad de abusos verbales como físicos, tales como violación, tortura, esclavitud sexual (particularmente por prostitución), abuso sexual infantil, incestuoso o extra familiar, golpizas físicas y emocionales».Varios países lo han incluido como delito en sus legislaciones penales, con variaciones en el tipo penal. Desde diciembre de 2018 el Diccionario de la lengua española define «feminicidio» como el «asesinato de una mujer a manos de un hombre por machismo o misoginia».
Ahora Mariela Castro dice a la prensa extrajera que el pueblo cubano es pacífico y que no se da el Feminicidio. Debe estar todavía comiendo langostas con sus amigas en fiestas de dudoso motivo en la Habana. Y que de Feminicidio que me lo diga a mí que bastantes casos observé mientras rotaba por la especialidad de Cirugía y Pediatría en Hospitales de la Provincia de Guantánamo........................
Claro, si la prensa no puede informar cómo en otros países de estos hechos y las mujeres se agrupan para hacer conciencia de todo el asunto, hacen protestas masivas a donde hombres consientes se les unen y parece que el feminicidio y la pederastia son más frecuentes en países democráticos. Y Cuba calla. La Federación de Mujeres Cubanas cómplice. Y todo el gobierno, los medios de comunicación y otros, parecería que Cuba solo es un paraíso para la prostitución que también es otra forma de Feminicidio.
Mariela Castro, no mientas más al mundo que ya nadie te creo. Tú no tienes marido que te golpee, más bien, lo maltratarás vos.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
GENIO CUBANO URUGUAYO
And the entire government, the media and others, it would seem that Cuba is only a paradise for prostitution, which is also another form of Femicide.
Mariela Castro, don't lie to the world anymore
SATURDAY, MARCH 16, 2019
CUBA: FEMINICIDIO, PEDERASTIA Y AUTOINCINERACIÓN.
CUBA: FEMINICIDIO, PEDERASTIA Y AUTOINCINERACION.
Feminicidio: Diana Russell, promotora inicial del concepto, lo definió como «el asesinato de mujeres por hombres motivados por el odio, desprecio, placer o sentido de posesión hacia las mujeres»
De acuerdo a Russell, «el feminicidio representa el extremo de un continuo de terror anti femenino que incluye una amplia variedad de abusos verbales como físicos, tales como violación, tortura, esclavitud sexual (particularmente por prostitución), abuso sexual infantil, incestuoso o extra familiar, golpizas físicas y emocionales».Varios países lo han incluido como delito en sus legislaciones penales, con variaciones en el tipo penal. Desde diciembre de 2018 el Diccionario de la lengua española define «feminicidio» como el «asesinato de una mujer a manos de un hombre por machismo o misoginia».
Ahora Mariela Castro dice a la prensa extrajera que el pueblo cubano es pacífico y que no se da el Feminicidio. Debe estar todavía comiendo langostas con sus amigas en fiestas de dudoso motivo en la Habana. Y que de Feminicidio que me lo diga a mí que bastantes casos observé mientras rotaba por la especialidad de Cirugía y Pediatría en Hospitales de la Provincia de Guantánamo.
En primer lugar desde niño recuerdo los suicidios por auto incineración, casi siempre en venganza a maridos infieles o maltratadores. Pero ya médico, vi en la morgue una chica de 16 años que se “había prendido candela con keroseno y gasolina” por qué el padre no la dejaba tener novio. Con su vestido de quince años no había permitido que el fuego quemara su bello y juvenil rostro.
La otra fue una mujer que se envolvió en su vestido de novia y se acostó en la bañera y se empapó en gasolina y keroseno. El olor a cerdo asado se extendió por la cuadra. Cuando el esposo se acercaba del trabajo, los vecinos le gritaban –Fulano, así que estas asando un puerco en casa y no nos invita”. El marido corrió, sospechoso, y se encontró con el panorama.
Estos actos eran ya una tradición en Cuba, de darse candela y salir encendida corriendo por la calle, envueltas en llamas. No sé si aún ocurren. La prensa como siempre: silencio. No eran seres humanos.
Recuerdo un caso de una joven mujer traída en camilla por sus familiares con ambos antebrazos colgados solo por la piel. Se había desangrado ya y estaba muerta. Su hermana con el cuero cabelludo cercenado detrás con la cachucha o mechón de pelo recogido en una cinta a ver si los cirujanos la adherían otra vez a la dama, que parecia una muñeca maltratada por su dueña chiquilina.
Todo con un arma terrible: el machete cubano.
Los dos casos de hombricidio fueron con la sobrina de una vecina a quien llamábamos “Niña” casada con un policía. Cansada de los maltratos del conyugue le arrebato la pistola y le dio un tiro en la cabeza y después se suicidó. Él sobrevivió y después la madre guardaba el luto de negro y blanco por la pérdida de su hija.
Un matrimonio casado en segundas nupcias-ella ya tenía una beba del marido anterior- parecía una pareja normal. Pero la chiquilina comenzó a enfermarse del estómago y vomitaba casi todo el alimento. Los médicos después de múltiples exámenes no descubrían nada.
Un día la madre de la beba vino a deshora de su trabajo y descubrió al marido dándole leche condensada que había derramado en su miembro erecto. La madre, ciega por lo vivido, agarró un machete y cercenó la cabeza del hombre.
Esto sucedió en el Barrio de San Justo y la mujer fue a la cárcel bajo la protesta de todo el barrio. Mi abuela vivía cerca y conoció a la asesina y a la niña. Todos lloraban por el caso. La prensa, como siempre: silencia.
Un matrimonio casado en segundas nupcias-ella ya tenía una beba del marido anterior- parecía una pareja normal. Pero la chiquilina comenzó a enfermarse del estómago y vomitaba casi todo el alimento. Los médicos después de múltiples exámenes no descubrían nada.
Un día la madre de la beba vino a deshora de su trabajo y descubrió al marido dándole leche condensada que había derramado en su miembro erecto. La madre, ciega por lo vivido, agarró un machete y cercenó la cabeza del hombre.
Esto sucedió en el Barrio de San Justo y la mujer fue a la cárcel bajo la protesta de todo el barrio. Mi abuela vivía cerca y conoció a la asesina y a la niña. Todos lloraban por el caso. La prensa, como siempre: silencia.
Pero el caso más terrible que presencie en el Hospital Pediátrico Agustino Neto de Gtmo fue el de una niña de 3 años de raza negra. Esta beba fue degollada en un “ritual vudú” o algo similar y tirada en un cañaveral al cual se le prendió fuego. Yo vi a la infante en la morgue con una batica verde y toda quemada preparada para entregársela a los familiares. Como siempre, la prensa o la radio silenciaban estos actos estremecedores.
Cuando estudiaba la carrera de Medicina a los varones nos endilgaron una asignatura obligatoria cada martes de la semana: Preparación Militar, pues el imperio del norte estaba a punto de atacarnos. Los profesores militares, de bajo nivel académico, nos leían el manual de la guerra: en él se condenaba la peredastía. Yo le pedí explicaciones al oficial preguntando que qué era aquello. El me dijo: cuando en las tropas se descubren dos hombres y uno da el c....Yo busqué en el diccionario y descubrí que significaba "el abuso sexual de un menor ya sea niño o niña por un adulto.
El manual que nos instruía a enfrentar al enemigo confundía la pederastia con la homosexualidad de adultos. Asi eran de inteligentes los que escribían los manuales de guerra.
En el Hospital Pediátrico Pedro Agustín Pérez llego un niño pequeño ya fallecido con el recto destrozado por un pederasta. Los médicos callados, aun los del PCC. No había que divulgar la noticia pero la “Voz Populi” hacia de mejor medio de comunicación pero nadie se quejaba.
Recientemente un vecino mío, buen mecánico y que vivía solo, invitó a un amigo a pasarse unos días en su casa. En la noche, salio a la calle sangrando, con varias puñaladas en el cuerpo. Mi sobrino y la presidente del comité trataron de ayudar pero ya era demasiado tarde. Y el noticiero: nada.
Así, silenciado todos los casos de infanticidio y feminicidio que ocurrían pasaba como dice Mariela Castro: el pueblo cubano es pacífico, no ocurren actos de feminicidio en Cuba.
Claro, si la prensa no puede informar cómo en otros países de estos hechos y las mujeres se agrupan para hacer conciencia de todo el asunto, hacen protestas masivas a donde hombres consientes se les unen y parece que el feminicidio y la pederastia son más frecuentes en países democráticos. Y Cuba calla. La Federación de Mujeres Cubanas cómplice. Y todo el gobierno, los medios de comunicación y otros, parecería que Cuba solo es un paraíso para la prostitución que también es otra forma de Feminicidio.
Mariela Castro, no mientas más al mundo que ya nadie te creo. Tú no tienes marido que te golpee, más bien, lo maltratarás vos.
SUNDAY, MARCH 17, 2019
CUBA: FEMINICIDIO, PEDERASTIA AND AUTOINCINERACION
CUBA: FEMINICIDIO, PEDERASTIA AND AUTOINCINERACION.
Feminicide: Diana Russell, initial promoter of the concept, defined it as "the murder of women by men motivated by hatred, contempt, pleasure or sense of possession towards women"
According to Russell, "femicide represents the extreme of a continuum of anti-female terror that includes a wide variety of verbal and physical abuse, such as rape, torture, sexual slavery (particularly prostitution), child sexual abuse, incest or extra sexual abuse. family, physical and emotional beatings.
"Several countries have included it as a crime in their criminal legislation, with variations in the criminal type. Since December 2018 the Dictionary of the Spanish language defines «feminicide» as the «murder of a woman at the hands of a man for machismo or misogyny».
Now Mariela Castro tells the foreign press that the Cuban people are peaceful and that Feminicide is not given. She must still be eating lobsters with her friends at parties of dubious reason in Havana. And that of Feminicidio that it says to me that enough cases I observed while rotating by the specialty of Surgery and Pediatrics in Hospitals of the Province of Guantánamo.
First of all, as a child, I remember suicides by self-incineration, almost always in revenge against unfaithful husbands or abusers. But already a doctor, I saw in the morgue a 16-year-old girl who had "caught fire with kerosene and gasoline" because the father did not let her have a boyfriend. With her fifteen-year-old dress she had not allowed the fire to burn her beautiful, youthful face.
The other was a woman who wrapped herself in her wedding dress and lay down in the tub and soaked herself in gasoline and kerosene. The smell of roast pork spread around the block. When the husband approached work, the neighbors shouted at him -Fulano, so you're roasting a pig at home and you do not invite us. " The husband ran, suspicious, and found the picture.
These acts were already a tradition in Cuba, of burning fire and going out running down the street, engulfed in flames. Heminway impressed for it describe it as "a act of faith" I dont know what he wants to mean. I do not know if they still happen. The press as always: silence. They were not human beings.
I remember a case of a young woman brought on a stretcher by her relatives with both forearms hanging only by the skin. She had already bled out and was dead. Her sister with the scalp cut back with the cap or tuft of hair gathered in a ribbon to see if the surgeons attached it again to the lady, who looked like a doll mistreated by herchild but was her husband.All with a terrible weapon: the Cuban machete.
The two cases of homicide were with the niece of a neighbor whom we called "Niña" married to a policeman. Tired of the mistreatment of the spouse, she snatched the gun from his and shot him in the head and then committed suicide. He survived and then the mother kept the mourning of black and white for the loss of her daughter.
But the most terrible case I witnessed in the Pediatric Hospital Agustino Neto de Gtmo was that of a 3-year-old black girl. This baby was beheaded in a "voodoo ritual" or something similar and thrown in a reed that was set on fire. I saw the infant in the morgue with a green baton and all burned prepared to deliver her to the relatives. As always, the press or the radio silenced these shocking acts.When
A woman one day discobered her stepfather give her litle baby his penis embarrasment in sweet milk. The baby suffers of stomac disorderand the pediatrician didnt fond the cause,the mother of the baby take a machete a decapitated the man in the act. The woman had to go the jail, all the neightboor hood. The press silent althougt all the town talk of that case defending the woman.
I was studying medicine, men were given a compulsory subject every Tuesday of the week: Military Preparation, because the northern empire was about to attack us. The military professors, of low academic level, read us the manual of the war: in him the peredastía was condemned. I asked the officer for explanations asking what it was. He told me: when in the troops two men are discovered and one gives theass. I looked in the dictionary and discovered that it meant "the sexual abuse of a minor either boy or girl.The manual that instructed us to confront the enemy confused pedophilia with adult homosexuality. So smart were those who wrote the war manuals.
At the Pedro Agustín Pérez Pediatric Hospital, a small child died, his rectum destroyed by a pedophile. The silent doctors, even those of the PCC. There was no need to divulge the news but the "Voz Populi" made the best means of communication but no one complained.
Recently a neighbor of mine, a good mechanic and who lived alone, invited a friend to spend a few days at his house. In the night, he went out to the street bleeding, with several stabs on his body. My nephew and the chairman of the committee tried to help but it was too late. And the news: nothing.
Thus, all of the cases of infanticide and femicide that occurred silenced as Mariela Castro says: the Cuban people are peaceful, there are no acts of feminicide in Cuba. Of course, if the press can not inform
Of course, if the press can report how in other countries of these events and women are grouped to raise awareness of the whole issue, make mass protests to where consenting men join them and it seems that femicide and pedophilia are more frequent in democratic countries. And Cuba is silent.
The Federation of Cuban Women accomplice. And all the government, the media and others, it would seem that Cuba is only a paradise for prostitution that is also another form of Feminicide.
Mariela Castro, do not lie to the world that nobody believes you anymore. You do not have a husband who hits you, rather, you mistreat him.
Feminicide: Diana Russell, initial promoter of the concept, defined it as "the murder of women by men motivated by hatred, contempt, pleasure or sense of possession towards women"
According to Russell, "femicide represents the extreme of a continuum of anti-female terror that includes a wide variety of verbal and physical abuse, such as rape, torture, sexual slavery (particularly prostitution), child sexual abuse, incest or extra sexual abuse. family, physical and emotional beatings.
"Several countries have included it as a crime in their criminal legislation, with variations in the criminal type. Since December 2018 the Dictionary of the Spanish language defines «feminicide» as the «murder of a woman at the hands of a man for machismo or misogyny».
Now Mariela Castro tells the foreign press that the Cuban people are peaceful and that Feminicide is not given. She must still be eating lobsters with her friends at parties of dubious reason in Havana. And that of Feminicidio that it says to me that enough cases I observed while rotating by the specialty of Surgery and Pediatrics in Hospitals of the Province of Guantánamo.
First of all, as a child, I remember suicides by self-incineration, almost always in revenge against unfaithful husbands or abusers. But already a doctor, I saw in the morgue a 16-year-old girl who had "caught fire with kerosene and gasoline" because the father did not let her have a boyfriend. With her fifteen-year-old dress she had not allowed the fire to burn her beautiful, youthful face.
The other was a woman who wrapped herself in her wedding dress and lay down in the tub and soaked herself in gasoline and kerosene. The smell of roast pork spread around the block. When the husband approached work, the neighbors shouted at him -Fulano, so you're roasting a pig at home and you do not invite us. " The husband ran, suspicious, and found the picture.
These acts were already a tradition in Cuba, of burning fire and going out running down the street, engulfed in flames. Heminway impressed for it describe it as "a act of faith" I dont know what he wants to mean. I do not know if they still happen. The press as always: silence. They were not human beings.
I remember a case of a young woman brought on a stretcher by her relatives with both forearms hanging only by the skin. She had already bled out and was dead. Her sister with the scalp cut back with the cap or tuft of hair gathered in a ribbon to see if the surgeons attached it again to the lady, who looked like a doll mistreated by herchild but was her husband.All with a terrible weapon: the Cuban machete.
The two cases of homicide were with the niece of a neighbor whom we called "Niña" married to a policeman. Tired of the mistreatment of the spouse, she snatched the gun from his and shot him in the head and then committed suicide. He survived and then the mother kept the mourning of black and white for the loss of her daughter.
But the most terrible case I witnessed in the Pediatric Hospital Agustino Neto de Gtmo was that of a 3-year-old black girl. This baby was beheaded in a "voodoo ritual" or something similar and thrown in a reed that was set on fire. I saw the infant in the morgue with a green baton and all burned prepared to deliver her to the relatives. As always, the press or the radio silenced these shocking acts.When
A woman one day discobered her stepfather give her litle baby his penis embarrasment in sweet milk. The baby suffers of stomac disorderand the pediatrician didnt fond the cause,the mother of the baby take a machete a decapitated the man in the act. The woman had to go the jail, all the neightboor hood. The press silent althougt all the town talk of that case defending the woman.
I was studying medicine, men were given a compulsory subject every Tuesday of the week: Military Preparation, because the northern empire was about to attack us. The military professors, of low academic level, read us the manual of the war: in him the peredastía was condemned. I asked the officer for explanations asking what it was. He told me: when in the troops two men are discovered and one gives theass. I looked in the dictionary and discovered that it meant "the sexual abuse of a minor either boy or girl.The manual that instructed us to confront the enemy confused pedophilia with adult homosexuality. So smart were those who wrote the war manuals.
At the Pedro Agustín Pérez Pediatric Hospital, a small child died, his rectum destroyed by a pedophile. The silent doctors, even those of the PCC. There was no need to divulge the news but the "Voz Populi" made the best means of communication but no one complained.
Recently a neighbor of mine, a good mechanic and who lived alone, invited a friend to spend a few days at his house. In the night, he went out to the street bleeding, with several stabs on his body. My nephew and the chairman of the committee tried to help but it was too late. And the news: nothing.
Thus, all of the cases of infanticide and femicide that occurred silenced as Mariela Castro says: the Cuban people are peaceful, there are no acts of feminicide in Cuba. Of course, if the press can not inform
Of course, if the press can report how in other countries of these events and women are grouped to raise awareness of the whole issue, make mass protests to where consenting men join them and it seems that femicide and pedophilia are more frequent in democratic countries. And Cuba is silent.
The Federation of Cuban Women accomplice. And all the government, the media and others, it would seem that Cuba is only a paradise for prostitution that is also another form of Feminicide.
Mariela Castro, do not lie to the world that nobody believes you anymore. You do not have a husband who hits you, rather, you mistreat him.
FRIDAY, JANUARY 29, 2021
EROTISMO,OLOR Y RECUERDO.EL CUBANO ORLANDO VICENTE FUE UN GRAN ADMIRADOR DE LA URUGUAYA DELMIRA AGUSTINI,QUE LO IMPACTO CON LA ACEPTACION DE LA SENSUALIDAD DE LA MUJER Y LA LIBRE EXPRESION,EN UN TIEMPO REPRESIVO.
URUGUAY DELMIRA AGUSTINI: VIOLENCIA DE GENERO,FEMINICIDIOLa poetisa uruguaya muerta por dos disparos por su amante Flor de Nagapushpa. -ULTIMA PARTE-
DELMIRA AGUSTINI. FLOR DE NAGAPUSHPA. –URUGUAY DELMIRA AGUSTINI: VIOLENCIA DE GENERO,FEMINICIDIO
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La flor de Nagapushpa es muy difícil de ver ya que solamente florece una vez cada 36 años. Además es una planta que no se encuentra en muchos lugares del mundo. Florece en un lago en las montañas del Himalaya.
Recién llegado yo de Cuba hace tantos años y trabajando en un hotel familiar donde a la vez vivía en Punta del Este, una viuda adinerada clienta solitaria que me doblaba la edad y que conversaba mucho conmigo, comenzó a entregarme cada mañana una carta. Cuando la abría, ya al acostarme cansado del trabajo, abría la misiva y un olor a Jazmín impregnaba toda la hoja con poemas de Delmira Agustini. Yo los guardaba y los dejaba para leerlos en otro momento. Así durmieron en mis cajones de libros hasta que les llego su momento años después: como una rosa en su capullo esperando la luz para abrir sus pétalos, así esperaba Delmira Agustini para cautivarme con sus versos.
Delmira Agustini mujer bella, de quietos ojos azules, andar pausado, adentrada en sus pensamientos pero con un corazón de pura lava que ningún hombre podía poseer.
Fue una poeta del modernismo latinoamericano quien se carteaba con Rubén Darío y cuya poesía erótica, sensual, a veces algo sáfica, escandalizó a la sociedad pacata de la época.
Me recuerda a Greta Garbo en Las Damas de las Camelias, que entre el frufrú de las sedas de sus vestido negro adhería su pelvis a la pelvis del galán, alejaba su glorioso busto del pecho del hombre y volteaba su cuello con su divino rostro alejándose de un posible beso que pronosticaba que se acercaba. Entonces hablaba, con las manos sujetando los hombres del amante de “ser libre cuando la muerte se avecinara” Padecía de una Tisis galopante.
O la Carmen de Prospere Merimet que se dejó acuchillar por un antiguo oficial que había sido su amante y morir con orgullo de mujer, altiva y apasionada pero de corazón libre como el de Delmira Agustini.
O Virginia Wolf la escritora inglesa de mente esquizoide, que escuchaba voces mientras su pluma se deslizaba y deslizaba hoja tras hoja, en escritos que revolucionaron la escritura inglesa. La película “Las Horas”, conmovedora y trágica, presenta los últimos momentos de su vida en que colocándose piedras en los bolsillos se adentra en un rio hasta ahogarse. Quedan sus escritos, donde juega con el tiempo y una introspección casi freudiana donde no faltan las alusiones lésbicas.
Delmira Agustini perteneció a una familia acomodada, descendiente de alemanes, franceses y porteños. Todos ellos sobreprotegían aquella vocación poética con la que escandalizó a la burguesa sociedad rioplatense. En su infancia realizó estudios de francés, música y pintura. Su vida y su personalidad están llenas de enigmas y contradicciones. En su corta vida tuvo una terrible peripecia sentimental que provocó su trágica muerte a los 27 años de edad: su matrimonio con Enrique Reyes, la separación posterior y el asesinato a manos de su ex marido. Tras su desaparición nació un mito que desafía a ensayistas y biógrafos y sigue vigente en infinidad de versiones.
Fue pionera del feminismo, el maltrato a la mujer, a favor del divorcio.
Pero no habló de las mujeres arpías, imponentes y mandonas que castran a un esposo débil y lo vuelven impotente. Esto me hará muchos comentarios de las feministas. No estoy a favor del maltrato femenino por hombres con psiquis alterada, machismo exacerbado o alcoholismo campante que terminan asesinando a sus esposas. Pero también quiero contribuir a la otra cara de la moneda.
La poesía de Delmira son una flor quemante y para mí una de las mejores poetizas de América que nos robaron en Cuba en las clases de Literatura.
Un verso de su poemas apasionados:
Cuentas de fuego
Cerrar la puerta cómplice con rumor de caricia,
deshojar hacia el mal el lirio de una veste
-La seda es un pecado, el desnudo es celeste;
y es un cuerpo mullido, un diván de delicia.-
Abrir brazos…así todo ser es alado;
o una cálida lira dulcemente rendida
de canto y de silencio…más tarde, en el helado
más allá de un espejo, como un lago inclinado
ver la olímpica bestia que elabora la vida…
Un 6 de julio de 1914, se escuchaban disparos en una habitación en el centro de Montevideo, más precisamente en Andes 1206, el cuerpo de Delmira yacía sin vida junto al de su esposo, Enrique Job Reyes. Hoy, al pasar por esa esquina, vemos un rosal y una baldosa a modo de placa, que homenajea a la poetisa, y nos recuerda también que la presencia de la violencia doméstica, lamentablemente, continúa hasta hoy día.
ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAY,GENIO
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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2018
VIOLENCIA DE GENERO,FEMINICIDIO,URUGUAY DELMIRA AGUSTINI. FLOWER OF NAGAPUSHPA. -Last part-
DELMIRA AGUSTINI. FLOWER OF NAGAPUSHPA. -Last part-
The flower of Nagapushpa is very difficult to see since it only flowers once every 36 years. It is also a plant that is not found in many places in the world. Flowers on a lake in the mountains of the Himalayas.
Recently I came from Cuba many years ago and working in a family hotel where I was living in Punta del Este, a wealthy widow lonely client who was twice my age and who talked a lot with me, began to deliver a letter each morning. When I opened it, when I got tired of work, I opened the letter and a smell of Jasmine impregnated the entire page with poems by Delmira Agustini. I kept them and left them to read at another time. So they slept in my book drawers until their moment came to them years later: like a rose in its cocoon awaiting the light to open its petals, so Delmira Agustini waited to captivate me with her verses.
Delmira Agustini beautiful woman, with quiet blue eyes, walking slowly, deep in her thoughts but with a heart of pure lava that no man could possess.
It was a poet of Latin American modernism who corresponded with Rubén Darío and whose erotic, sensual, sometimes somewhat sapphic poetry scandalized the pacata society of the time.
It reminds me of Greta Garbo in The Ladies of the Camellias, who between the rustle of the silks of her black dress adhered her pelvis to the pelvis of the beau, pushed her glorious bust out of the man's chest and turned her neck with her divine face away from a possible kiss that predicted that it was approaching. Then she spoke, with her hands holding the men of the lover of "being free when death approached." He suffered from a galloping Tisis.
Or the Carmen de Prospere Merimet who allowed herself to be stabbed by an old officer who had been her lover and die with the pride of a woman, proud and passionate but with a free heart like that of Delmira Agustini.
Or Virginia Wolf the English writer of schizoid mind, who listened to voices while her pen slipped and slipped leaf after leaf, into writings while cigarret after cigarret were in her lips.
She revolutionized English writing. The film "The Houres", touching and tragic, presents the last moments of his life when placing stones in her pockets she enters a river until she drowns.
Her writings remain, where she plays with time and an almost Freudian introspection where there is no lack of lesbian allusions.
Delmira Agustini belonged to a well-to-do family, descendant of Germans, French and porteños. All of them overprotected that poetic vocation with which they scandalized the bourgeois River Plate society. In her childhood she studied French, music and painting.
Her life and personality are full of enigmas and contradictions. In his short life she had a terrible sentimental vicissitude that caused her tragic death at 27 years of age: her marriage to Enrique Reyes, the subsequent separation and murder at the hands of her ex-husband.
After her disappearanced was born a myth that challenges essayists and biographers and is still valid in countless versions.
It was a pioneer of feminism, the mistreatment of women, in favor of divorce.
But she did not talk about the harpy, imposing and bossy women who castrate a weak husband and make him impotent. This will make me many comments from feminists. I am not in favor of female abuse by men with altered psyche, exacerbated machismo or rampant alcoholism that end up murdering their wives. But I also want to contribute to the other side of the coin.
Delmira's poetry is a burning flower and for me one of the best poetesses in America that we stole in Cuba in literature classes.
A verse from her passionate poems:
Fire accounts
Close the accomplice door with a rumor of caress,
defoliate the lily of a vein towards evil
-Silk is a sin, the nude is celestial;
and it is a soft body, a couch of delight.
Open arms ... so every being is winged;
or a warm lira sweetly rendered
of singing and silence ... later, in the ice cream
beyond a mirror, like a sloping lake
see the Olympic beast that makes life ...
On July 6, 1914, shots were heard in a room in the center of Montevideo, more precisely in the Andes 1206, the body of Delmira lay lifeless beside that of her husband, Enrique Job Reyes. Today, as we pass that corner, we see a rosebush and a tile as a plaque, which pays homage to the poet, and also reminds us that the presence of domestic violence, unfortunately, continues to this day.
ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
The flower of Nagapushpa is very difficult to see since it only flowers once every 36 years. It is also a plant that is not found in many places in the world. Flowers on a lake in the mountains of the Himalayas.
Recently I came from Cuba many years ago and working in a family hotel where I was living in Punta del Este, a wealthy widow lonely client who was twice my age and who talked a lot with me, began to deliver a letter each morning. When I opened it, when I got tired of work, I opened the letter and a smell of Jasmine impregnated the entire page with poems by Delmira Agustini. I kept them and left them to read at another time. So they slept in my book drawers until their moment came to them years later: like a rose in its cocoon awaiting the light to open its petals, so Delmira Agustini waited to captivate me with her verses.
Delmira Agustini beautiful woman, with quiet blue eyes, walking slowly, deep in her thoughts but with a heart of pure lava that no man could possess.
It was a poet of Latin American modernism who corresponded with Rubén Darío and whose erotic, sensual, sometimes somewhat sapphic poetry scandalized the pacata society of the time.
It reminds me of Greta Garbo in The Ladies of the Camellias, who between the rustle of the silks of her black dress adhered her pelvis to the pelvis of the beau, pushed her glorious bust out of the man's chest and turned her neck with her divine face away from a possible kiss that predicted that it was approaching. Then she spoke, with her hands holding the men of the lover of "being free when death approached." He suffered from a galloping Tisis.
Or the Carmen de Prospere Merimet who allowed herself to be stabbed by an old officer who had been her lover and die with the pride of a woman, proud and passionate but with a free heart like that of Delmira Agustini.
Or Virginia Wolf the English writer of schizoid mind, who listened to voices while her pen slipped and slipped leaf after leaf, into writings while cigarret after cigarret were in her lips.
She revolutionized English writing. The film "The Houres", touching and tragic, presents the last moments of his life when placing stones in her pockets she enters a river until she drowns.
Her writings remain, where she plays with time and an almost Freudian introspection where there is no lack of lesbian allusions.
Delmira Agustini belonged to a well-to-do family, descendant of Germans, French and porteños. All of them overprotected that poetic vocation with which they scandalized the bourgeois River Plate society. In her childhood she studied French, music and painting.
Her life and personality are full of enigmas and contradictions. In his short life she had a terrible sentimental vicissitude that caused her tragic death at 27 years of age: her marriage to Enrique Reyes, the subsequent separation and murder at the hands of her ex-husband.
After her disappearanced was born a myth that challenges essayists and biographers and is still valid in countless versions.
It was a pioneer of feminism, the mistreatment of women, in favor of divorce.
But she did not talk about the harpy, imposing and bossy women who castrate a weak husband and make him impotent. This will make me many comments from feminists. I am not in favor of female abuse by men with altered psyche, exacerbated machismo or rampant alcoholism that end up murdering their wives. But I also want to contribute to the other side of the coin.
Delmira's poetry is a burning flower and for me one of the best poetesses in America that we stole in Cuba in literature classes.
A verse from her passionate poems:
Fire accounts
Close the accomplice door with a rumor of caress,
defoliate the lily of a vein towards evil
-Silk is a sin, the nude is celestial;
and it is a soft body, a couch of delight.
Open arms ... so every being is winged;
or a warm lira sweetly rendered
of singing and silence ... later, in the ice cream
beyond a mirror, like a sloping lake
see the Olympic beast that makes life ...
On July 6, 1914, shots were heard in a room in the center of Montevideo, more precisely in the Andes 1206, the body of Delmira lay lifeless beside that of her husband, Enrique Job Reyes. Today, as we pass that corner, we see a rosebush and a tile as a plaque, which pays homage to the poet, and also reminds us that the presence of domestic violence, unfortunately, continues to this day.
ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 4, 2020
EL EROTISMO ruben dario greta garbo prospere merimee virginia wolf safo lesbos eros delmira orlando vicente EROTISMO--EROTICISM-------------- Delmira Agustini mujer bella, de quietos ojos azules, andar pausado, adentrada en sus pensamientos pero con un corazón de pura lava que ningún hombre podía poseer. Fue una poeta del modernismo latinoamericano quien se carteaba con Rubén Darío y cuya poesía erótica, sensual, a veces algo sáfica, escandalizó a la sociedad pacata de la época. Me recuerda a Greta Garbo en Las Damas de las Camelias, que entre el frufrú de las sedas de sus vestido negro adhería su pelvis a la pelvis del galán, alejaba su glorioso busto del pecho del hombre y volteaba su cuello con su divino rostro alejándose de un posible beso que pronosticaba que se acercaba. Entonces hablaba, con las manos sujetando los hombres del amante de “ser libre cuando la muerte se avecinara” Padecía de una Tisis galopante. O la Carmen de Prospere Merimet que se dejó acuchillar por un antiguo oficial que había sido su amante y morir con orgullo de mujer, altiva y apasionada pero de corazón libre como el de Delmira Agustini. O Virginia Wolf la escritora inglesa de mente esquizoide, que escuchaba voces mientras su pluma se deslizaba y deslizaba hoja tras hoja, en escritos que revolucionaron la escritura inglesa. La película “Las Horas”, conmovedora y trágica, presenta los últimos momentos de su vida en que colocándose piedras en los bolsillos se adentra en un rio hasta ahogarse. Quedan sus escritos, donde juega con el tiempo y una introspección casi freudiana donde no faltan las alusiones lésbicas.--------------------- It reminds me of Greta Garbo in The Ladies of the Camellias, who between the rustle of the silks of her black dress adhered her pelvis to the pelvis of the beau, pushed her glorious bust out of the man's chest and turned her neck with her divine face away from a possible kiss that predicted that it was approaching. Then she spoke, with her hands holding the men of the lover of "being free when death approached." He suffered from a galloping Tisis. Or the Carmen de Prospere Merimet who allowed herself to be stabbed by an old officer who had been her lover and die with the pride of a woman, proud and passionate but with a free heart like that of Delmira Agustini. Or Virginia Wolf the English writer of schizoid mind, who listened to voices while her pen slipped and slipped leaf after leaf, into writings while cigarret after cigarret were in her lips. She revolutionized English writing. The film "The Houres", touching and tragic, presents the last moments of his life when placing stones in her pockets she enters a river until she drowns. Her writings remain, where she plays with time and an almost Freudian introspection where there is no lack of lesbian allusions.
EL EROTISMO EROTICISM
Delmira Agustini mujer bella, de quietos ojos azules, andar pausado, adentrada en sus pensamientos pero con un corazón de pura lava que ningún hombre podía poseer.
Fue una poeta del modernismo latinoamericano quien se carteaba con Rubén Darío y cuya poesía erótica, sensual, a veces algo sáfica, escandalizó a la sociedad pacata de la época.
Me recuerda a Greta Garbo en Las Damas de las Camelias, que entre el frufrú de las sedas de sus vestido negro adhería su pelvis a la pelvis del galán, alejaba su glorioso busto del pecho del hombre y volteaba su cuello con su divino rostro alejándose de un posible beso que pronosticaba que se acercaba. Entonces hablaba, con las manos sujetando los hombres del amante de “ser libre cuando la muerte se avecinara” Padecía de una Tisis galopante.
O la Carmen de Prospere Merimet que se dejó acuchillar por un antiguo oficial que había sido su amante y morir con orgullo de mujer, altiva y apasionada pero de corazón libre como el de Delmira Agustini.
O Virginia Wolf la escritora inglesa de mente esquizoide, que escuchaba voces mientras su pluma se deslizaba y deslizaba hoja tras hoja, en escritos que revolucionaron la escritura inglesa. La película “Las Horas”, conmovedora y trágica, presenta los últimos momentos de su vida en que colocándose piedras en los bolsillos se adentra en un rio hasta ahogarse. Quedan sus escritos, donde juega con el tiempo y una introspección casi freudiana donde no faltan las alusiones lésbicas.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It reminds me of Greta Garbo in The Ladies of the Camellias, who between the rustle of the silks of her black dress adhered her pelvis to the pelvis of the beau, pushed her glorious bust out of the man's chest and turned her neck with her divine face away from a possible kiss that predicted that it was approaching. Then she spoke, with her hands holding the men of the lover of "being free when death approached." He suffered from a galloping Tisis
.
Or the Carmen de Prospere Merimet who allowed herself to be stabbed by an old officer who had been her lover and die with the pride of a woman, proud and passionate but with a free heart like that of Delmira Agustini.
Or the Carmen de Prospere Merimet who allowed herself to be stabbed by an old officer who had been her lover and die with the pride of a woman, proud and passionate but with a free heart like that of Delmira Agustini.
Or Virginia Wolf the English writer of schizoid mind, who listened to voices while her pen slipped and slipped leaf after leaf, into writings while cigarret after cigarret were in her lips.
She revolutionized English writing. The film "The Houres", touching and tragic, presents the last moments of his life when placing stones in her pockets she enters a river until she drowns.
Her writings remain, where she plays with time and an almost Freudian introspection where there is no lack of lesbian allusions.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN,GENIUS
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2020
DELMIRA AGUSTINI-URUGUAY.---EL INTRUSO
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2020
Arte y Literatura · El intruso - Delmira Agustini Amor, la noche estaba trágica y sollozante cuando tu llave de oro cantó en mi cerradura; luego, la puerta abierta sobre la sombra helante, tu forma fue una mancha de luz y de blancura. Todo aquí lo alumbraron tus ojos de diamante; bebieron en mi copa tus labios de frescura; y descansó en mi almohada tu cabeza fragante; me encantó tu descaro y adoré tu locura. ¡Y hoy río si tú ríes, y canto si tú cantas; y si duermes, duermo como un perro a tus plantas! ¡Hoy llevo hasta en mi sombra tu olor de primavera; y tiemblo si tu mano toca la cerradura; y bendigo la noche sollozante y oscura que floreció en mi vida tu boca tempranera!
El intruso - Delmira Agustini
Amor, la noche estaba trágica y sollozante
cuando tu llave de oro cantó en mi cerradura;
luego, la puerta abierta sobre la sombra helante,
tu forma fue una mancha de luz y de blancura.
Todo aquí lo alumbraron tus ojos de diamante;
bebieron en mi copa tus labios de frescura;
y descansó en mi almohada tu cabeza fragante;
me encantó tu descaro y adoré tu locura.
¡Y hoy río si tú ríes, y canto si tú cantas;
y si duermes, duermo como un perro a tus plantas!
¡Hoy llevo hasta en mi sombra tu olor de primavera;
y tiemblo si tu mano toca la cerradura;
y bendigo la noche sollozante y oscura
que floreció en mi vida tu boca tempranera!
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FRIDAY, JANUARY 17, 2020
EL OLOR Y EL RECUERDO the smell and the memory The Nagapushpa flower is very difficult to see since it only blooms once every 36 years. It is also a plant that is not found in many places in the world. It blooms on a lake in the Himalayan mountains. Just arrived from Cuba so many years ago and working in a family hotel where at the same time I lived in Punta del Este, a wealthy lonely client widow who doubled my age and talked a lot with me, began to give me a letter every morning. When I opened it, when I went to bed tired of work, I opened the letter and a smell of Jasmine permeated the entire sheet with poems by Delmira Agustini. I kept them and left them to read them at another time. So they slept in my book drawers until their time came years later: like a rose in their bud waiting for the light to open their petals, so Delmira Agustini waited to captivate me with her verses.
Recién llegado yo de Cuba hace tantos años y trabajando en un hotel familiar donde a la vez vivía en Punta del Este, una viuda adinerada clienta solitaria que me doblaba la edad y que conversaba mucho conmigo, comenzó a entregarme cada mañana una carta. Cuando la abría, ya al acostarme cansado del trabajo, abría la misiva y un olor a Jazmín impregnaba toda la hoja con poemas de Delmira Agustini. Yo los guardaba y los dejaba para leerlos en otro momento. Así durmieron en mis cajones de libros hasta que les llego su momento años después: como una rosa en su capullo esperando la luz para abrir sus pétalos, así esperaba Delmira Agustini para cautivarme con sus versos.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAYO,GENIO
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PD “En el mismo instante en que ese sorbo de té mezclado con sabor a pastel tocó mi paladar… el recuerdo se hizo presente…
Era el mismo sabor de aquella magdalena que mi tía me daba los sábados por la mañana.Tan pronto como reconocí los sabores de aquella magdalena… apareció la casa gris y su fachada, y con la casa la ciudad, la plaza a la que se me enviaba antes del mediodía, las calles…”,Marcel Proust "El camino de Swan"
Si la vida es amor, bendita sea!…
[Poema - Texto completo.] Delmira Agustini
¡Si la vida es amor, bendita sea!
Quiero más vida para amar! Hoy siento
que no valen mil años de la idea
lo que un minuto azul de sentimiento.
Mi corazón moría triste y lento…
Hoy abre en luz como una flor febea.
¡La vida brota como un mar violento
donde la mano del amor golpea!
Hoy partió hacia la noche, triste, fría…
rotas las alas, mi melancolía;
como una vieja mancha de dolor
en la sombra lejana se deslíe…
¡Mi vida toda canta, besa, ríe!
¡Mi vida toda es una boca en flor!
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