Tres Sonetos del Amor Oscuro

FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA

SONETO DE LA GUIRNALDA DE LAS ROSAS.
¡Esa guirnalda! ¡Pronto! ¡Que me muero!
¡Teje deprisa! ¡Cantal ¡Gime! ¡Canta!
Que la sombra me enturbia la garganta
y otra vez viene y mil la luz de enero.

Entre lo que me quieres y te quiero,
aire de estrellas y temblor de planta
espesura de anémonas levanta
con oscuro gemir un año entero.

Goza el fresco paisaje de mi herida,
quiebra juncos y arroyos delicados,
bebe en muslo de miel sangre vertida.

Pronto ¡prontol! Que unidos, enlazados,
boca rota de amor y alma mordida,
el tiempo nos encuentre destrozados.

EL POETA DICE LA VERDAD.
Quiero llorar mi pena y te lo digo
para que tú me quieras y me llores
en un anochecer de ruiseñores
con un puñal, con besos y contigo.

Quiero matar al único testigo
para el asesinato de mis flores
y convertir mi llanto y mis sudores
en eterno montón de duro trigo.

Que no se acabe nunca la madeja
del te quiero me quieres, siempre ardida
con decrépito sol y luna vieja.

Que lo que no me des y no te pida
será para la muerte, que no deja
ni sombra por la carne estremecida.

EL POETA PIDE A SU AMOR QUE LE ESCRIBA.
Amor de mis entrañas, viva muerte,
en vano espero tu palabra escrita
y pienso, con la flor que se marchita,
que si vivo sin mí quiero perderte.

El aire es inmortal, la piedra inerte
ni conoce la sombra ni la evita.
Corazón interior no necesita
la miel helada que la luna vierte.

Pero yo te sufrí, rasgué mis venas,
tigre y paloma, sobre tu cintura
en duelo de mordiscos y azucenas.

Llena, pues, de palabras mi locura
o déjame vivir en mi serena noche
del alma para siempre oscura.

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El periodista que miraba a la gente

El interés por la obra del periodista y escritor Manuel Chaves Nogales (Sevilla, 1897-Londres, 1944) se acrecienta con el tiempo. De hecho, tras pasar por un purgatorio de décadas de olvido, la obra del autor sevillano atrae a muchos lectores deseosos de conocer de primera mano los tiempos convulsos que le tocaron vivir. Porque Chaves Nogales trazó un retrato tan fiel como trágico de unos años de guerras y revoluciones. Su mirada honesta y documentada, así como su estilo preciso y ágil, refuerzan el atractivo de sus obras, como la imprescindible A sangre y fuego (Alianza), quizás la mejor novela escrita sobre la barbarie de nuestros antepasados.

“Lo que me interesa de Chaves Nogales es que es un periodista que consigue salvarse del clima extremista. No está en las filas radicales de la izquierda ni de la derecha. Consigue una ecuanimidad, una distancia crítica y una mirada lúcida sobre lo que está pasando”, señala el periodista José Andrés Rojo en referencia al libro La defensa de Madrid (Espuela de Plata). “Chaves Nogales cuenta los horrores de la guerra y cómo la guerra no respeta a nadie. Padece el general Miaja por su familia; padece la gente de la calle, a la que le caen bombazos; padecen los que no tienen que comer. Eso lo cuenta muy bien. Chaves Nogales mira a la gente más allá de las ideologías y las grandes causas”, concluye Rojo.

Por su parte, Alfredo Valenzuela cree que “Chaves Nogales responde al principio de que el talento es inocultable, que puede estar 60 años oculto, pero que al final siempre hay un lector avispado que enciende la alarma y dice: ‘este escritor tiene interés”. Valenzuela termina con unas palabras del escritor Andrés Trapiello: “Chaves Nogales es el periodista español más importante desde Larra”.

Reporting from America

By Carlos Martín-Gaebler

While flying across the Atlantic to visit the United States again after 25 years, I started pondering and realized I was actually travelling to ground zero of the current financial crisis. Don’t miss Inside Job, a must-see documentary where Mat Damon articulately narrates how it all happened, unmasks the greedy predators that caused it leaving millions of people impowerished throughout the world, and explains how we have all ended up in such economic despair. Also, watch out for Ryan Gosling’s upcoming, much-talked-about documentary #ReGENERATION, about political apathy among American youngsters.

Curiosity, nostalgia and gratitude took me back to Chapel Hill, NC, to revisit UNC, my American alma mater, a quarter of a century later. My years at UNC helped shape the man and the teacher I am today. Seeing present-day pictures of Chapel Hill on the Internet had definitely put back Carolina on my mind, as we Tar Heels say, and rekindled the urge to tread the territory of the best three years of my youth. I was received with open arms by my American host family at Raleigh-Durham airport, and a few minutes later, when I arrived in Chapel Hill, time suddenly compressed and the magic started again.

I found myself recuperating those olfactory memories of my American youth: the smell of cedar wood, of wisteria, of Dove soap, etc., all stirring up a kind of sensual link with the past. If only I could bottle them up or insert a link to them! It was like this: The place holds the memories while my brain also stores those memories. When my brain and body went back to the place, the memories replayed themselves. I was on a high from minute one!

I have felt welcomed as a sort of prodigal son (like my friend Thomas predicted) coming back to his second home. Everything surpassed my expectations, as I indulged in letting myself be pampered with attentions by my American family and friends. If you believe in heaven, then Chapel Hill must surely be the Southern part of it, because it feels like a 24-hour happy hour!

Friendliness was in the air, as I kept running into young students on campus who would  greet you with a How ya doin? and a big smile, two distinctive features of Southern culture in America. I remember finding that carefree spirit of youth, that rather non-standoffish attitude  endearing and captivating when I was a 22-year-old student at Carolina. However, I am also aware that this is not a real cross-section of US youth or even North Carolina youth, as these are students who, for example, had to have been in the top 10% of their graduating class at highschool before they could even apply to study at UNC . Be that as it may, I enjoyed their good manners and taking their photos, which I have compiled in my Flickr album Carolina Faces. I have uploaded my photos of campus onto the UNC-Chapel Hill album. Louisville, KY, gave me chance to add a few shots to my American Beauty collection.

Probably one of the highlights of my trip was President’s Obama passionate speech on education at UNC’s Carmichael Auditorium to a cheering 8,000-student crowd, and which I was privileged to follow on TV just a mere 100 metres away at Davis Library: “Higher Education is the single most important investment in your future… I am only here today because of scholarships and student loans… An average [American] student graduates with a $25,000 student loan debt!”

I must agree with Antonio Muñoz Molina, former Director of the Cervantes Institute in New York City, when he points out that when Spaniards and Americans get together they have the ability to get on well with each other, as they share a common sense of down-to-earth friendliness and lack of formality, which makes it easier for us to approach each other. I recommend his column Desde este lado, desde el otro lado.

Moving on to other matters, if you stay away from fast food, network television and extreme air-conditioning, you are just fine in America. It seems to me that, while many around the world are trying to downsize and simplify things in order to reach a more sustainable lifestyle, America is upsizing, so to speak, reluctant to give up their insaciable consumption of energy resources (the unsustainable abuse of air-conditioning being but one example).

My last thought takes me back to more social considerations. After having spent 10 days in Cuba recently and another 10 days in the United States, I am struck by how some manage to survive with so little and maintain their dignity while others live in such blatant opulence and accumulate such dispensable wealth. The gods are so fucking unfair!

The more I travel the world, the more I realize I enjoy visiting friends wherever they are. It turns out that, in my case, friends are family. So, thank you Karen, Herb, Marian, Efrain, Dale, Polo, Dave, Greg and Len for making me feel at home with you and for sharing such quality time with me. It has meant a lot to me, I swear. GRACIAS. This has probably been the most emotional, uplifting trip in my life. Short and sweet. I promise to be back soon for more. cmg2012