Meeting in the Tenth House Celestino Garcia
For
Lorenzo Suárez Crespo ( Posted by Zenia Regalado )
Two interesting motivations justified gave joy to those attending the Saturday's shindig in Tenth House Celestino Garcia beside a quiet and mystic river besides keeping the spiritual treasures of the city, now covers the rhythms, chords and verses of folk peasant in his role of identity and cultural heritage.
Juan Montano and Lorenzo Suárez, organizers of the meeting, made a presentation of the new documents received from Mexico such as collaboration Affirmation Front sister nation's Hispanic Aztec Magazine Northern end of 2010, Charter Magazine Lyric Poetry and Oral Cosmic Traumatic famous p Oeta Dylan Thomas, texts that form part of the literature of the institution.
Even with the imprint of the uncertainty that is open year round, poets prove once again that even in difficult times the Malara continues its upward course and takes hold in the category of universal expression.
The round of the poets to the preamble of a folding display its image, was served as a reminder of the poet Benito Hernández Cabrera, El Viñalero, who died a day 7 January after serious illness in 1987. Well remembered is the farewell to his close friend made him a Malara Pablo León anthology.
I said goodbye to Viñales
with hat in hand and there
guano
infarction in all the royal palms.
eyes
portals
wept for the traveler and come in a forward,
away from the crowd, hung himself last
lute
Benito Vi ñalero.
Two folding population covering the work of Viñalero were presented and read to them some of their malaras. El Cantor del Valle, as it is also known, is one of the most cherished icons suddenly the Vuelta Abajo, great painter of the valley and its surroundings.
Parnassus of poets not only offered their space for tunes and poetic dialogue also involving guests from San Juan y Martinez and San Luis, but he ceded the stage wit and colorful compliment sung with the most charming girls who are attracted by the magic verse and voices of the singers.
Soloists entertained country music for the dance, as the peasants say, take a walk. Compliments of American letters and a deserved recall to the founding fathers Benito Hernández Cabrera as the bass motion weekend waves rose to Guam to give, in his winding journey lens, spells and charms that deserves this kind of jubilee. Then, the first folding malaras the Viñalero Benito.
Benito Hernández-Cabrera was born in El Calvario, area near the Valle de Viñales on April 3, 1912. He died on January 7, 1987. Life and work were devoted to exalt the Cuban landscape and the kindness he Viñales Valley.
PRESENTATION
One day three of a bril it was
of 1912, I recognized
Viñales
son of the mountains.
The stream and palm tree stretched
in Batey
excited
said they heard the mockingbird bold:
this valley has a child born
side.
IF I SEE
If you saw at dawn in the valley of Viñales
above the royal palms
mist that appears.
look and we think that is smoky and the
Guaniguanico
warm sun and rich that everything defroster,
think the mountain is that it
control the peak.
Cuyaguateje
born in the Cerro de Cabras bluish
a gentleman on his way
writing a language without words. Solving the macabre
threats of drought
runs day and night tirelessly
his steed to make life more stable
the sitiería.
THE TENTH
of Spain is the tenth
that
not like the grape took refuge in Cuba in a joint
cane.
He hid it in her womb after a
the Mambi Judo
and dreaming there was a long spring
hoping that Jesus was born
Orta, Naborí
I'm from Pinar del Rio and my Western
environment
have sung only the palm and the hut.
Dew on the glass I have shaped my dream
on occasion, soak my path clear
as if the sky cry
on vegetation.
CAN
I I can do r of the hills, beautiful images
drunk,
a host of stars.
In a sky of doves
speak several languages \u200b\u200b
the echo of a scream muffled
and do if I need
the eagle, no work,
fly and perch on a branch
the sun at infinity.
CHILDHOOD
When the sun king of Viñales
threw its light,
in a cross Calvary pañalitos
my ironing. I do not know
that day more than what they told me
and say they heard in the stands sidereal
angelic choirs at other Niñ or worshiped.
Viñales,
I was born in you and you were born on my floor, but both
is heaven
where the hummingbird flies.
From a child I learned watching
universe that deep as the verse,
well below, well above the glory of the world
lies in the front and the back.
IN MINES
Matahambre Mines, in you I had a great reception
giving me a friendly welcome for me.
To me it was
Viñales the simplicity of a trail, leaving
cordgrass, haystacks and even
Edon
to leave my dreams in the yellow metal.
MI BASTÓN
Este bastón es mi amigo,
como mi amigo lo veo
donde quiera cojeo
él me ayuda, va conmigo.
Yo lo enfaldo en volandillo
en mi trágico desdén,
pero hay muchos que no ven
por un segundo siquiera
que un pedazo de madera
sirva para tanto bien.
PINCELADAS DE LA VIDA
Yo quise vivir soltero
adornando a las mujeres
y recorrí los placeres
con amor y sin dinero.
Fui trovador caminero
y con versos I visited the world of
opium, tea and aroma
snuff,
without consulting the god Bacchus,
drinking water and coffee.
Whoever deceives me, ma'am
become a simple peasant
hoping
look at him for about an hour.
De Pandora's box of curiosity
came into the world of evil
to drown in my thoughts and break
complexion of the pure truth.
IDENTITY
The cock crows
fine is a bell calling
daily slaughter of peasants.
About pol vo
road is the sparrow perched
a foreman who is pointing
winged in mind each wound
harsh land opens to the plow.
Viñales, your huts,
your valleys and your mountains, your healthy gut
my verses were born. Your
streams and rivers
fertilize your path, and the mockingbird
goldfinch sing your
heap that was the cradle and grave is the Viñalero
Benito.
Sometimes I dedicate
against such beautiful scenery to look at the camels
Guaniguanico quiet.
Sometimes I know they ignored critical
by
if celajes
formed in the skies of Viñales
are ancestral
riders mounted on their humps.
EPITAPH
was born in Viñales, Viñales
I grew up, I sang
to Viñales and I continued singing.
Anyone who has known me from my death
rejoices
because if my stuff is broken, cries
mount and will not be a mockingbird
not take the black pen.
Lorenzo Suárez Crespo (Bahía Honda, Pinar del Río , 1943) An emblematic figure of the poetry in tenth in the province. Bachelor of Literature and English. It has a long history of cultural work that earned him the 1999 National Award Community Culture, numerous literary prizes and published several books, among which is heavy children's poetry. In his unpublished decimario Compass traveler can see through this link poem For Whom the Bell Tolls , its decimario The compass of the passenger. Also in our records, your comment about decimario With my guitar winter, by Dr. Lourdes de la Caridad
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