In the city we all live. There are always differences of opinion and found positions, especially with the economy. Karl Marx discovered how economic evolution led to capitalism. Where there are only a few owners of the means of production. Everyone else only has their strength job to sell and buy goods to survive. The attempt to change to an economic system that would collectivize the ownership of these media in the State failed. The image describing it is the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989.
Mexico had a transition, construction and consolidation of its democracy. We are constitutionally a country with a democratic regime. Today day of choicePlease allow me, kind readers, a few lines published on other occasions on election days (for the first time in 1998, 2004, 2010, 2013, 2016, 2018 and 2021). Go to the candidates, activists, citizens of Sinaloa.
In one of those electoral processes, a candidate, already at the end of his campaign, said: “when my role ends, I will return to live here, in our city, here is my house, here is my family, just like you, and here I will return.” …”. Today, once again, we return to the poet. The day of the choice We must not forget, above all things, each one has only one place to BE: the city. We owe it to her and to her we are the citizens who live, love, reproduce and one day, the most distant possible, we are going to die. These lines, already written and published, are like an eternal return (Nietzsche), because we are going to continue here in each of our Sinaloa cities. The city is where culture, love, hate, envy, anger, resentment and politics arise, that art of all of the above coexisting (life then) without reaching violence.
From the poet
Constantine Cavafy (Nobel Prize in Literature), in his exile in Alexandria (today Cairo), he searched poetry a reflection of his interior, his fight for a place in the universe. The poet denied that space to himself, and throws it in the face of the reader. Maybe, so that we could live in our city, on the planet, somewhere in the universe. In that spirit, to be able to continue in “the city”, in our towns, communities, in Sinaloa, this poem by the Alexandrian poet, Constantino Cavafy, goes to the candidates, activists and sympathizers of candidates, citizens. It is our translation from French to Spanish, based on a translation from Greek to French by Marguerite Yourcenar.
THE CITY
Constantine Cavafy
You said: “I will go to other countries, to other beaches. I will finally end up finding another city, better than this one, where each of my attempts is condemned in advance, where my heart is shrouded like a dead man. How long will my spirit be in this morass? Where I turn, where I look, I see here the ruins of my life, this life that I have wasted and wasted for so many years.”
You will not find new countries, you will not discover new beaches. The city will follow you. You will walk the same streets, you will grow old in the same neighborhoods, and your hair will turn gray in the same houses. Wherever you go, you will land in this same city. There is no ship or path for you that can take you further. Don’t expect anything. You have wasted your life on the entire world, just as much as you have wasted it on this small piece of land.
Paragraphs: From tonight in your city
At the closing of the polls throughout the country, seven in the evening in Sinaloa time, eight in Mexico City, the media and the parties will announce the results of the exit polls on the trend of electoral preferences of the different elections. Later, between ten and eleven at night, the National Electoral Institute (INE) will publish the results of its quick count with the trends of electoral preferences. And, as soon as the boxes close, the records of all the boxes installed in the INE PREP will be captured. It can be consulted from eight o’clock on Sunday night and early Monday morning. To vote and exercise the right of citizenship. And wait for the trends and results presented by the INE. This is democracy.
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