By Bernardo Reyes (30/04/2010)
Almost without blinking Green Ray was pending nightfall, sort of color scream orgasm at the time of twilight, when the sun penetrates the blue and the horizon is burned red.
But that petit mort failed or that day or the following days.
if she was Matilda who is always willing to talk or listen sometimes till dawn.
Isla Negra The bar was the ideal place to take stock of the day, hopes, and some drinks, the pain.
That's why happily assumed my mission occasional barman, a drink prepared by the hostess who had entrusted me.
The Green Ray must be a joke of the poet, for he never saw it. But trying to see, between dusk and myself, were brought those colored bottles, cats, dolphins, nymphs, which illuminate the memory still cries.
It seemed appropriate then turn on the lights that lit tavern. Big mistake.
Matilde, hurt, turned off the bulbs and I noted that there was not a single cause for celebration since Paul left.
then speak and, invoking her lover, my uncle.
In this sort of retroactive wake were surfacing jokes, poems, laughter, emotions.
that price, there must be irrepressible laughter is a must mock the dead and the living well.
live Thus we feel that the dead no more running around and it becomes, and the dead have the certainty that never left, because it still remembers them.
Matilde was a stubborn woman, as are all governed by the sign of Taurus. Embestidora sometimes pointless.
Even today it is considered a broken conspicuous mostly by women experts in anything except show off her insufferable jewels "family" as cocktail of "charity" to organize the people well. Especially well educated people, of course.
also the poet's family, my family, I have fond memories of it. He is accused of not allowing free access of families to make contact with one of their own.
The same writers say, although flattered when he was alive until they gave hiccups.
I have seen the contradictions Matilda, and I know you're not an apologist for friends. It is a friend no more by the grace to open our hearts and embrace.
However, puzzled, on one occasion I followed the tracks to make public the writer Sergio Gomez, which show that it was linked to trafficking in women in El Callao, Peru. It was certainly an oily stain on the ever pouring decadent world of the social cliques that passage splashed San Neruda. Because it is clear that in Chile the sporting vocation by bigotry, is by now an institution more powerful than the parties political, religions, or the secret brotherhoods.
As a decadent disco, describes Sergio, where Matilde for 1944 singing boleros with his poor group, the Oper Ballet, until the evening shows and low ilk, had come to an end to be shipped back to Chile the 31 girls forced into prostitution.
Again, every one of the papers related to various consulates like Lima, Callao, Tacna, etc., Etc.
And I checked to make sure the years 1942, 1943, 1944, 1945, 1946 and 1947, if I remember correctly. It took me two months on this task working with the permission of a minister, in the basement of the Foreign Ministry in Santiago.
know Sergio, and I know it's a serious person. But in this case the source document mentioned in article does not exist.
And not because the document had been torn extradition of the girls, to make it disappear: it argues that
Matilde certainly is a being who is not indifferent. Sometimes that attacks by his arrogance, others for their indifference that severs two space that separates it from the others.
However, I doubt it would have been indifferent to poetry. It transformed itself into an animal poetic since the time of the poet bellowing lover.
And as a poetic act nimal governed by passions that led them to commit to
was, moreover, a veritable sieve in the readings of Neruda's works would make the new generations of poets, which was physically impossible to be read. On the shelves of Isla Negra saw dozens of books that the poet did not reach even to browse.
Not to mention editorial work of the poet's unpublished work, work that played with impeccable professionalism. Just suffice to mention the publication of the memoirs , I confess that I have lived , and then add about ten degrees, partly to size his legacy in the service of her husband's poetry.
much we endeavor to formalize and Mrs. Neruda, Matilde never forgot his capacity as a lover, of appeasing the volcano, landslide muse.
l Perhaps to only one of the Women of the poet who had been able to kick ass and locks the ghost of the Burmese Jossie Bliss, who feverishly tried to kill by jealousy Neruda in the East.
Neruda feared as much as wanted and loved this Burmese, of passionate love even more extravagant than his. But I think that Matilda was a greater fear, greater passion, and above all, a greater hope.
The poet rose and climbed the steep almost without realizing it. Then he looked up from the void and wanted to call his friends. But it was easier to keep climbing back. Then Matilda was born in the rear, forcing him fiercely to focus on what he did, as it was already low. Until finally the poet arrived.
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love Neruda, there also have the ability to hate him without measure. Like when he found lying in fragantti in Isla Negra and her niece Alicia Urrutia.
Of those passions, those pains, Matilde was nurtured, and that is why apologists and detractors often feel disturbed to classify. The option to turn it into a decorative and innocuous icon seems to be the option that both sides have been and apparently will continue to take.
remember that it was canceling the dictatorship political salaries, often with their own resources. However, the Communist Party knew that she was not one of their own, proof of this is the feeble representation had the game in the first directory
His apologists constantly strive instead to renew the discourse naphthalene soda, the safe and somewhat silly muse who was polished with the poet.
The shadow of the poet is serious business. In my family it is difficult to emerge unscathed, and I think something similar happened Matilde.
But the reality is that each person has a life of its own, and Matilda had.
will be interesting one day sink into your life, knowing of his love, frustrations, mistakes, not to write an addendum My life with Pablo Neruda, certainly made to count and sing the praises of vate, but to know the story of Matilde Urrutia, wife, the revolutionary had to deal with tweezers, a complex being, transcendent, which was at the forefront fighting against the dictatorship, when her husband was not with her.
is perhaps for these reasons, perhaps reduced to nothing, I appreciate the book Love Letters [1] , compilation of letters from the future lover was the poet Neruda.
Maybe if reading between the lines of these letters, we can glimpse something more than the caricature that this woman was transformed by the grace of bigotry Neruda, so terribly contagious and useless.
Darius Oses, impeccable editor, is responsible for demonstrating, without affectation, which can be tough and still be entertaining, not wanting to give consideration to light, and above all making the emotional issue for a look closer to summon ghosts usually try to see, now it's scream-green beam lovers Isla Negra.
[1] "Love Letters, letters to Matilde Urrutia (1950-1973)", Seix Barral, 2010, edition Darius Oses.
