It is my intention that my articles sometimes remember to an elegy, luckily when we admire so many good people sometimes the praise go out alone in my fingers when suddenly feel that they are no longer there, you will not ask for his signature to a manifesto, a poem or song. Although it is always sad demise of a person even more so when it has been a human being committed to the transformation of this planet where we live. Too many and too many good women and men who have engaged in this task over the centuries, some unfortunately we are losing in recent years after consuming full lives in many cases, a factor which has nothing to do with more or less stay on the bark of our land, but how we face the great problems of our existence. I have been fortunate to meet people who live just two decades were able to consume so much love for each other as many centenarians together.
On Friday we lost a brilliant writer José Saramago yet kept some energy from his fingers and his mind also to meet local and global threats that endanger our existence. Saramago, unlike many current intellectual obsessed with admiring your own navel, he lifted his head above the walls of his house in Tias (Lanzarote) on your keyboard and hotels welcomed when he had his books to reflect and actively participate in various political struggles, social or environmental. That made him an uncomfortable intellectual, able to get the colors of capitalism at any time, anywhere. Saramago
with big glasses and could see the injustice behind it as a problem called capitalism consuming life, nature, hope ... without stopping for a second. No wonder that the most recalcitrant of the right will have spent only a few lines taken reluctantly, that was his not wanting to work could have done otherwise. Saramago
we have not, fortunately we have his work and many ideas into articles. It moves me the idea that a portion of his ashes resting forever on the floor of Lanzarote, at the foot of a tree that he planted and grew up in his house in Tias. In that house where she gave birth pregnant with the brilliant book "Blindness" lived most of his last seventeen years, the same house from where they left plenty of support manifests thousand causes and struggles, words of peace, solidarity , love, justice, democracy. Also from his home in Tias born harsh words for politicians who inhabit these rocks cement Atlantic as a force to meet its people and its landscapes are identified with struggle and the defense of the Berrugo Lanzarote and El Cotillo on Fuerteventura.
Aunts In his library until a few hours Saramago's body lay surrounded by his books and the remains of a thousand conversations, arguments or songs as the beautiful and revolutionary "Grândola, Vila Morena" Luis Pastor and others interpreted in that same room just four years ago. In one part of your letter says "... in every corner a friend, in every face, equality, Grândola Villa Morena land of brotherhood ..." that he wanted Joseph to reach the beautiful Villa Morena of the song, in the absence he will have to roll up a little more so that one day the land of friendship, equality and fraternity which the people are ordering a reality.
An excerpt from an interview with Saramago for the great documentary filmmaker's Starry Island Canary Manuel Mora Morales.
"Grândola, Vila Morena" the song that marked the Carnation Revolution in Portugal resonates in the library until a few hours served to pay their last respects to Saramago .
