Galeano met in a brief compilation of Latin American authors that I "forced" to read in high school at age 15. I was surprised and caught its simple, fresh and close to talk about the major issues that concern people. Galeano is a sign of humanity, as that album that flies in the bowels of the space probe Voyager I that sought to convey to other civilizations in the galaxy that we were intelligent beings on Earth.
Galeano is an intellectual with a capital, unafraid to speak out on issues that the mainstream media taboo. An intellectual part of writing that roll up fantastically well shirt to participate in all the great struggles of this world ravaged by famine, war and misery. Yes, I love this writer, I get very into what he says and what he thinks, which is largely what I myself think. Then I leave a few brief stories Galeano, if you know sure you will enjoy, if by any chance is the first time I heard about it I encourage you to look for it in bookstores, you end up spellbound @. CHILDREN
Every day children are denied the right to be children. The world is poor children like garbage. The world treats children as if they were cash rich. And to those of the medium, those who are neither poor nor rich, the world has little bundle to the foot well on the TV to accept early on as a destination for life prisoner.
Today I will tell my own way, stories of kids who pay homage.
journey.
Oriol Valls, a physician who takes care of newborns at a hospital in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bsaid that the first human gesture is the embrace. At the beginning of his days were babies, newborns, move their arms like ... looking for someone. And other doctors, specialists and experienced in, say his days at the end of the old die and moving his arms ... looking for someone. And so that's the thing. For many words you say and many laps that we give the matter ... between two flapping, travel passes.
Window on the forbidden.
The son of Pilar and Daniel Wainberg was named on the waterfront. And in baptism was taught the sacred:
received a snail ... "So you'll learn to love the water";
opened the cage of a bird imprisoned ... "So you'll learn to love the air";
gave her a flower geranium ... "So you'll learn to love the earth" ...
And also given a closed bottle ... "Do not open it never, ever, to learn to love the mystery." Sleep
my child.
The most famous fairy tales, children's literature written by adults, are well worth terrorist works included in the arsenal of adults against the hosts of the common people. Hansel and Gretel will warn: "You will be abandoned by your parents." Little Red Riding Hood tells you that every stranger may be a wolf will eat you. Cinderella forces you to be wary of stepmothers and stepsisters ... and so on ... children are being trained early on terror "will come the ogre and the ogre will eat you if you do not obey, if you do what you should not, if you exercise your freedom. "
Art for girls. My good friend
Onelio Jorge Cardoso, Cuban writer, a man rich, juicy writer ... I told him what happened once that a desperate mother asked ... "Help" because the girl, the daughter, little girl, she refused to eat . Her fists clenched, cerradísima mouth, nose wrinkled .. and not eating and there was no way to eat. And then the mother said: "Onelio, you who are a writer, a writer so nice ... to see if you can eat the girl ... tell a story Onelio, be good ... it took hours here with the soup spoon and cool ... and nothing ... "And Onelio with all his wisdom and patient approached the girl and told a story ... the style of the stories we tell adult children ... There once was a bow that would not eat the comidita. And mommy would say, Open the beak to eat comidita bow because you are staying but Short and skinny, instead of being a good grown-up bow bow ... and then, please open the beak to eat your comidita ...., but the bow was the beak cerradito, cerradito and refused ... And then the girl stopped and said: "What little bird of little shit."
The culture of terror.
extortion, insults, threats, bump on the head, smacking, beating, whip, dark room, cold shower, the obligatory fast food demands, the prohibition to leave, the prohibition of saying what we think, the prohibition of what it feels and humiliation public, are some of the methods of humiliation and torture traditional family life. For punishment of disobedience and punishment of freedom, family tradition perpetuates a culture of terror that humiliates women, teaches children to lie and spread the plague of fear.
In Chile, I said, Andres Rodriguez: "Human rights should begin at home."
Window on the punishment.
It was Christmas. And a Swiss master had given him a Swiss watch his son in Switzerland. The child disarmed the clock on the bed ... and was playing with the needles, spring, crystal, crown ... and all other engranajitos, when his father discovered him and gave him a tremendous beating. Ruan
Until then Nicole and her brother had been enemies. But since that Christmas, the first Christmas she can remember, the two were friends forever. Perhaps she knew then that she too would be punished over his years ... because instead of asking when the clocks ... going to ask them how they are inside. Little King
shabby. Far
of others, far from all, Kid A sat every evening in the shade of the arbor and back against the trunk, lying with his dog always accompanied by ... the dog's ears are good stops ... placed to move his hands. Against the right hand chest danced like scratching his chest, while the other hand, the left, opened and closed in quick beats ... So always, always the same.
One day she received a guitar. He received. ... He looked shiny, beautiful to touch ... tested the six strings along the pitch and thought: "What luck, now I have two."
Master.
Sixth Grade Students in a School of Montevideo organized a Novel contest. Involving all. They all wrote novels in one contest where I was one of three jurors, the other two were: Master, Master Oscar, frayed cuffs, fakir salary ... and a student who was the delegate of the contestants. At the awards ceremony was banned entry of all adults, with the exception of the Master, I was a juror and children who were participants in the contest. All were winners. There was a prize for each job and the prize is a brief explanation of the merits of the work presented. And each award was celebrated with a standing ovation for all children in the class ... and no rain of confetti and streamers ... and finally, I was talking to Chiquilines, and the teacher told me, the Maestro Oscar said, "We get along so well that I feel like to leave them all repeaters.
And baby, come inside, an interior village she told me when he came in the early days was very quiet, there was no way to get a word of mouth, and now ... I said, the problem is that I can not shut up, I talk all the time ... and I want it to Maestro Oscar muuuucho, muuuchísimo, because he taught me to overcome my fear of being wrong.
The function of art.
Diego I did not know the sea. And his father, James Kovadloff led him to discover. Traveled to the South, where she is the sea, hidden behind the high dunes, was waiting. And when the father and son finally reached those heights of sand, sea ... exploded before their eyes. And it was so its immensity and its sparkle, that the child was silent beauty. And when he finally managed to speak, stammering, he asked, the father asked: "Help me look. Birds
prohibited.
Incredibly, the main prison in the Uruguayan military dictatorship, was called Freedom. And incredibly, was banned in the prison called Freedom, that prisoners draw or receive pictures of butterflies, stars, couples and birds.
One of the prisoners, Didasko Perez, school teacher arrested for having, as he said the officer stopped him ... in prison for having "ideological ideas," received a Sunday visit from his daughter Milay five years. The daughter brought him a drawing of birds. As the birds were banned, censorship broke it, the censors broke the drawing at the entrance to the jail. Milay
next Sunday brought a picture of trees ... and the trees were not prohibited ... the drawing, it happened. And the father asked: "These fruits, the fruits of colors that is ... What are they?, "Oranges, lemons, apples, What are they?. And the girl silenced him, "Shhh, silly, do not you see are your eyes? The eyes of birds got you on the sly.
Grandma.
Grandma Rachel was blind when he died. But some time later, the dream of Elena, the grandmother saw. And in the dream, the grandmother did not have a lot of years, there was a handful of weary bones. New era. The grandmother was new to the dream of her granddaughter. He was the grandmother of four years. And it was an emigrant from other migrants, who was coming, after a long journey by sea from the remote Bessarabia. And in the dream, the grandmother asked a granddaughter who will I lift, I wanted to see the Port of Buenos Aires. And so the grandmother, the granddaughter in her arms, knew where he would spend every day of your life.
The monster my friend.
I initially did not, because I thought I was going to eat a foot. Monsters are grippers women, carried a woman on each shoulder, and if old men are monsters, they get tired and throw one of the women in the gutter of the road. But this monster, my friend, women do not grab anything. All are afraid because the poor can not speak, but he is good. The problem is that is so, so great that the Giants will arrive at the ankle. Come and visit me. Not live in heaven, because if you lived in heaven as God would fall. It's too big to live in heaven. There are other monsters, not so great, living on Pluto or at infinity, or piranfinito, but he lives in Africa. And here comes and visits me. Now, any day now will appear Eh. Will come, walking on the sea, is to come, become a warrior who can not be more vast and breathing fire from his mouth and blowing one's going to burst the prison where he is being held to my dad and me going to bring in the little finger nail and I'm going to get into my room through the window I'm going to get and I'm going to say "Hello" and the monster will slowly return to Africa by the sea and then my dad goes out to buy candies and chocolates and a girl. And it will get a real horse and going out for a gallop on the ground. My dad and me. I caught the tail of the horse galloped away. And then when my dad is a kid, I'm going to tell the story of the monster my friend, for my dad to sleep when night comes.
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