illuminated tango and pleasure
illuminated tango and pleasure
First of all, today I refuse to forget your kisses, your caresses
written or verbal, those soft touches, the cuddles,
and cuddles. Therefore, today, I do not even want to disregard the thread
of the many milongas that I enjoyed with you in the city.
Even, I refuse to put aside, the moon, the myths of love.
Probably because of all the grumbling, because of that intimacy that dawns without sorrow
sun drenched. To remember sometimes: those footlights,
illuminated the tango and the pleasure of dancing it, there in the suburb.
And he spends his life evoking you, only six hours a day in winter.
Then I come to you, in the middle of the snow. Since then, when turning on the lights,
dreams are stimulated, shadows are appeased with everything and the
Homesick and I enjoy you, without ever lying to my memories.
Who I am?https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrea_Salda%C3%B1a
Something about me, in the words of Angélica Luna and Parra +
When human beings read poetry we connect with the best in the world. When human beings write poetry, they connect with the universe and appropriate its brilliance and depth. Poetry is the pictorial art of the word that allows us to seize the deepest concepts, the freshest and most luminous sensations.
When a tireless woman like Andrea writes and publishes poems like the ones in this book “El erotismo y susjuegos”, she commits an act of courage and generosity because she knows that she owns her words, but when she turns them into poems she makes them flourish in an expression of art that acquires its own shine and its own aroma. From that vital force of a full and generous woman, the Andrea Saldaña has been forged that we had to meet fighting for women's rights.
My gratitude was given for the words, for the feeling and the admiration.
I don't always feel like rewinding time and memory 
Like the dried flowers that are still in the books of Sabines,
which functioned as a library. There I practically "stuck" reading from fliers to novels. My cousin Sergio was the only one who noticed. Perhaps because he shared with me that passionate habit of reading. Sharing our secret, the "perpetual orgy" of those fantastic journeys that reading offers, were part of our conversations. They say that childhood anecdotes are usually unforgettable, in my case, they still are. 
I remember our games at night, we sang nursery rhymes as well as we told horror stories. I do not forget that scene, when one of my cousin's eyelids bled profusely, his dog, the same animal from which I always stayed as far away as possible, the one whose fierceness I imagined because of its appearance or its enormous size, apparently with one of its nails it had cut my cousin's eyelid in two while they were playing. Sergio stopped his father who, given the shock, could only think of killing the animal. So, of that same size, so was the soul of that cousin that I will never forget. i agree, ihe best experiences in life are usually unplanned, they happen randomly and are with us all our lives. 
Acuciosa, Andrea includes information from four generations, the family settings where the province, the lots, farms, cornfields and the daily life of the inhabitants of the time are clearly perceived and recreated.
Studying nursing was not a fortuitous event. The decision, without her knowing it, was made from a very young age. A story reflects, very much in his style, his early vocation towards this discipline. 
Her parents repeated that from that first pregnancy of their mother, they were expecting a boy, but she arrived. He assumed games, attitudes, clothes and activities of "male" assignment (marbles, spinning top, billiards, dominoes, horseback riding, pants) and others of "female" assignment (care and attention of siblings, of housework). In this way, did you hope to have the approval and affection of both of you? The difference in the training of his brothers, especially at that time, was due to gender reasons.
Answering as it is, it qualifies as obsolete the speech in some paragraphs supporting with brief replies. PIt suggests updating such an important document by inserting two sentences to the Nursing Oath (drawn up in 1893). Lfirst, the rescues from the Oath of military nurses "the spirit of constant improvement, for the benefit of the Society and the Homeland" since it corresponds to current premises. 
"I considered that public health could also be defined with the words with which Quevedo spoke of love" ... it is scorching ice. It's frozen fire. It is a wound that hurts and cannot be felt ”(Sic) They were decisive, for the direction that his life took, incredible opportunities for realization that were presented to him from his native state of San Luis Potosí to the international level. 
Personally, I think that one can do the life project that they want and that, finally, it is life itself that will take us through different paths, this is the case of the author, a member of the Mexican Society of Public Health, who recognized in 2009 with the Sanitary Merit Medal to our excellent friend.
She ventured into the fight for gender equality, women's access to their reproductive health, the defense of human rights, the elaboration, promotion and consolidation of a design of comprehensive post-abortion care and the promotion for a Maternity without Risks, as a member of this group since 1993. 
Perhaps without intending to, the author seeks that this work represents a contribution to the construction of the historicity of a group: nursing. I'm not the one to give advice, but I think I can afford a recommendation to colleagues: writing our story is a message that we can read between the lines in this autobiography. 
He went to study in Coahuila, I went to the capital city of San Luís Potosí. We missed many years. The re-encounter was brief, we both remained "ecstatic with emotion". I saw her eyes water as I told her about my marriage. I always remember how mine got wet, many years later, when I found out about his death. 
He left us the image of his eyes, watery, red and almost burst. The work in the boss's cornfield exhausted him. That is why he decided to go "wet". I imagine he used even his tears to start erasing our names. Because not a letter did he send us, much less the money he had promised. At least to eat, because hunger is very poor, you do not know where to get into your intestines.
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