The last verses of Benedetti readers While half the world give their emotional farewell to poet, come to light fragments of the book he was writing Two unpublished poems
BOOKS (Mario Benedetti)
I want to stay in the middle of books vibrate with Roque Dalton and Vallejo Quiroga
be one of the most unforgettable pages
thence judge the poor world do not mean that no one bind me I think of rustic
with green eyes free memory in the breviary of the night in my alphabet guessing
feelings known to land on my dear names I feel comfortable with many leaves with adverbs are revelations syllables that I asked a relief adjectives toys that seem to want to stay in the middle of them books I learned to take my steps to live with tricks and vital breaths to understand what other created and to be finally this bit I am
GAPS BETWEEN TWO (Mario Benedetti)
If you think of anything that preceded it can not avoid an uneasiness that we you cut slices of life is not easy to conceive where will the insomnia tears the joys all that was in our hands and we thought it was forever finally realized that eternity was a crack between two shades everything going again but not always embrace why we had and that perhaps we still little look back and I look forward and fog admit that I am between two empty wisely well under the tracks where I'll be back with nostalgia will pay attention because the scenery is my and I want to travel with my landscape
The last verses of
Benedetti
ROBERT Reporting MUR - Xavi Ayén
Love, death, books ... are some of the issues that remain, as a last message in the poems he has left before dying Mario Benedetti (two of which are available on this page). As noted by his agent and friend, William Schavelzon, "are part of a new book I was under preparation and which failed to finish. Let's wait a while to see all the material and what you do with it. In principle, it will not appear comfortable with any new unpublished sources beyond this libro.Lo know because I was sending him every poem that ended, well, UNOA one, as you wrote, I wanted to know right away the opinion of its friends.
claims for food and liability usual cries blameless until exhausted
sleep disqualify you love and love is transformed
for eternity as temporary pride until it becomes tender and heart prophetic debris becomes
you learn and use what they learned to become
slowly wise to know that at last the world is this at its best nostalgia at its worst and always a helplessness
always a mess
then you die.
Curriculum (Mario Benedetti - Joan Manuel Serrat)
The story is simple time you are born in troubled provides
sky blue red bird that migrates
and insect reckless
to be trampled by his new shoe.
You really suffer for food
claims and foreign duty, or perhaps for routine
cries blameless blessed or cursed
until sleep comes and disqualified.
You love transforms almost to the height achieved
feel eternal wonder of so many hopes
but fail to fall
prophet and the heart becomes debris.
You finally learn and use what they learned
to know that the world is like a maze
in key moments hell or heaven or helpless love and always, always a mess.
you mature and look signs of this
last rites and to the future budding perhaps has become hopelessly
wise and when nothing is missing then you die.
The story is simple.
Goodbye Benedetti, the poet of love and life died Mario Benedetti. Although, perhaps, who died last night really was Martin Santomé Montevideo. Because, above the poet of "The South Also Exists", another "songwriter" Serrat-this Benedetti was not only the poet who died was also a novelist, the creator of this wonderful work which, by itself, justify its continued presence in the History of American Literature. "The truce" a novel of 1960!
Santomé Martin, the protagonist of the novel, carried away by the love of his jublilación few days, was sung by his beloved Laura Avellaneda, with verses Benedetti will be remembered in his last breath: "You do not know Martin Santomé / how much I struggled to live / how I wanted to live to live / But I must be lazy instigator of life / Santomé because I'm dying. "
Santomé died, died Benedetti. Died Sunday at his home at 88 years old, eleven days after receiving a medical discharge in hospital standoff on the outskirts of Montevideo, a chronic intestinal disease. A self-taught, a fighter of the letters in favor of compromise and social ethics, a melancholy lover of life, chased by a long agony.
massively A poet read "We all bring from our childhood / one or two lines that are like a theme / and keep in our minds / Like a book that makes us good." These are verses of the poetry collection incomplete leaving the Uruguayan poet, provisionally entitled "Biography to find me." And all or nearly all, bring some lines of Benedetti stored in our memory. Because
Benedetti (Montevideo, 1920) was and is a popular poet, "a man who wanted to always flush the city poetry", as he defines the poet and novelist Benjamin Prado. Yes, a poet's poems puts you in the house or you mail the check under the door ", poems that were sung to life, love and liberty with unbridled beauty.
Poems. Perhaps too poems, which Benedetti left over, because sin, especially in the latter part of his life, excessive and irregular production, which amounted to over eighty poems. However, he also signed verses beautiful, fresh, astonishing and vital. Author Mario Benedetti is an imperative, a "myth discreet" as Hortensia Campanella entitled, precisely, the recently published biography of the Uruguayan poet.
Serrat: "It has helped us find" Joan Manuel Serrat few days said: "Remember the figure of Mario, the height of a poet and human consistency, makes us better, helps us understand where come to find our place and turn lights on the way open to us. I vouch for this and, if necessary, I face delivery who says otherwise. "
not necessary. "It is a world renowned figure, admired and loved by crowds but very modest, which partly has to do with the idiosyncrasies of the Uruguayans," said Campanella. A writer who was primarily a poet, because he felt strongly that "poetry is the genre of the last honesty and irreversible."
entire map of poetry in English supports "his generosity, his modesty and discretion, and its coherence vital and their reluctance to stop invading their privacy," according to Campanella. Maybe that made him curl consistency until late in his communist-resistant shelter and Castro-fidelity, eloquently outlined the ideological impetus His work, therefore inseparable from his verses.
Much loved and admired Another biographer, Mario Paoletti, author of "Benedetti, the spoiler," he described the passion that the poet stood in its path: "Every morning Mario Benedetti takes to the streets in Montevideo (in Buenos Aires and Mexico as well, but a little less) knowing that you can not walk many yards before someone asks for an autograph, or give a hug, or need to tell him that his books were the only spell in the darkest hours of dictatorship, or you reach your child, you chest, with a kiss to preserve him from evil. "
Paoletti has been defined, framed rather accurately: "There is nobody in the world of English literature that is so respected by the people, and so admired by the young people who attend his concerts-masse, and yet so abused for some criticism. The truth is that year after year, for many, MB poetry books sold like hotcakes in Latin America and Spain, while the same critical complains bitterly, in meetings and conferences that are lean times for poetry. "
Journalism, literary and political essays, novels, short stories and drama are the genres cultivated by the author of books like "Thanks for the Fire" (1974): "I alternated the different genres simultaneously, although poetry has been the most important to me," admitted almost always aware that his lines had opened a hole in the hearts of readers.
Followed by young To Campanella, perhaps most remarkable about him is that? Is remarkable that the young generation feel it so close?. Perhaps as a grandfather who taught, above all, to live and love. Little Friend Award, unloved by the jury, however, slowly got to add the most important, as the Reina Sofia Award for Latin American Poetry and the Joseph Martí. Benedetti
lived in exile in Argentina, Peru, Cuba and Madrid during the Uruguayan military dictatorship (1973-1985), although in the capital of Spain has been living intermittently until just over a year, which perhaps, I knew , returned to die. Juan Carlos Rodríguez
EVEN GREAT POET A TRIBUTE TO FILL THE SOUL OF POEM EVEN A GREAT TRIBUTE PARTNER OF BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS A TRIBUTE TO GREAT POET THAT IT IS IN YOUR SOUL LINES ALREADY INSTALLED IN THIS LIFE fills the sky OF VERSES ... BON VOYAGE DON MARIO BENEDETTI ...
DEAR FRIENDS THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING NEAR AND THOUSAND APOLOGIES FOR NOT ANSWERING YOUR GREETINGS, BUT NOW THIS WINTER WILL OF MY LIFE AND BE SHARING WITH YOU AS ALWAYS A BIG HUG AND THANK Verena
All the poetry of Miguel Hernandez is wonderful, makes it to the soul with the essence and charm, speaking from love to the Libet. A great poet who always gives his poetry and magic Serrat has given more life with his music and his voice .... Freyja
THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING NEAR AND THOUSAND APOLOGIES FOR NOT ANSWERING YOUR GREETINGS, BUT I WILL THIS WINTER OF MY LIFE AND CONTINUE SHARING WITH YOU AS ALWAYS a big hug and THANK VERENA
many times I wanted to write this letter, and many other pieces I did
The long speech of my troubles, fearing a joke, an irony
floating between the lines.
All attempts are unsuccessful, now cast aside like old cardboard
in the little room of junk. When I see a Sunday stroll
by the lake shore
usually accompanied by your children,
I have a feeling that if I had written the letter , they would be mine.
Giucich Fernando was born in Asuncion (Paraguay) and lives in Buenos Aires since 1969. He studied Law and Foreign Trade. Complete the drafting of student newspapers and assisted in drafting scripts for radio shows on film criticism. CLARA is his first book and contains selection of poems written between 1980 and 2005.
Truth is a precious book of poems, feelings and life Congratulations great poet and friend, and come clean sweep many more books, continue to fill the world of poetry
My big hug and thank you very much for this honor friend .... Verena
