"When they bury me" ..

"When they bury me" ... By: Diana Espinal Meza. "When they bury me / please do not forget to / from my pen.? (Mario Benedetti) Today I bring to light this verse, belonging to Corner haikus, published when the great poet began to talk to the shadow of death . For Mario Benedetti, poetry was "an attic of souls?, a" skylight for utopia? and "a drain life / that teaches us not to fear death. He was a dreamer and repetitive on the subject of death: "Dreams are little deaths / stage machinery advances mock death / awakening instead seems / a resurrection and doubts / forget the sooner you dreamed? Lover full of life, of the human condition: love, death, time, misery, injustice, loneliness, hope, learned to paint with watercolors of the veins its ups and downs: "Sometimes I I feel like poor hill and mountain summits and other repeated. Sometimes I feel like a cliff and sometimes as a blue sky but distant. Sometimes one is a fountain among the rocks and sometimes a tree with the last leaves. But today I feel just as sleepless lake with a jetty and a green lagoon without boats still and patient in accordance with its moss seaweed and fish, serene in my confidence trusting that you approach an afternoon and you look, you look at me. "

"I never wrote in terms of success, I wrote what came out of the balls? and this is what came in the seat that has ... in the heart of us all. Young people leave this challenge: "What is left to prove to young people in this world of patience and Loathing? Only graffiti? Rock? Skepticism? Also will not say amen is not letting them kill the love back speech and utopia be young without haste and with memory placed in a story that is yours not become prematurely old. What is left to prove to young people in this world of routine and ruin? Cocaine? Beer? hooligans? are left breathing / open your eyes to discover the roots of peace and invent horror is hard way to get along with nature and with the rain and lightning and the feeling and the death that crazy of binding and loosing. " For the young at heart, says, "Do not stay motionless by the roadside not want to freeze the joy not reluctantly or not you save now will never fill you saved not easy. No book in the world not only a quiet corner not drop heavy eyelids as judgments.

Do not stay without lips do not sleep without dreams do not think bloodless no time do not judge but nevertheless can not help and you freeze joy and with reluctance and you save yourself now and you are filled with calm and reserves of the world only a quiet corner and you drop the lawsuits and heavy eyelids and lips will not dry and you fall asleep without sleep and you think you judge without blood and without time and stay motionless at the edge of the road and you save yourself then do not stay with me. "Admirer born of woman, so much so that names can thwart death: "A naked woman in the dark and generates its own light and we turned on the ceiling becomes a heaven and glory dear innocent woman or breaks down once envisioned by death. "When you bury Mario Benedetti, the wind screen on canvas sketching suicide weak mouths and through your pen dance until dawn convex.! good trip ... and even GREAT POET EVER!