About politics and worse

If I could, today I would put a border of mourning on my column. I am saddened by the tragedy that occurred in Monterrey. On many occasions I have declared here the love I feel for that exemplary city, and the bond of gratitude that unites me to its generous inhabitants. The Monterrey community has given me bread for my table and affection for my heart. To a large extent, Monterrey made me who I am. I have constant gratitude for men like Don Francisco Cerda and Don Rogelio Cantú, from “El Porvenir”, and for the Junco family, who from “El Norte” took me to “Reforma”, to “Mural”, to all of Mexico. I had two great teachers of journalism, also teachers of life; Carlos Herrera Álvarez and Cipriano Briones Puebla, called Tata Nicho. They were both regal in every way. Don Carlos was like a father to me, so much so that together with mine he went to ask for the hand of my eternal beloved, a beautiful woman in soul and body to whom I united in such a way that not even death could separate me from her. With Tata Nicho, editor-in-chief of “El Sol del Norte”, in Saltillo, I had coffee every afternoon at the beloved “Elite”, by Chuy Martínez. We talked about bulls, zarzuela and theater. He consoled me for my frequent mistakes as a new reporter: “Don’t be mortified, Armando. “Journalistic truths and lies last 24 hours.” Other great teachers I had in Monterey, although they did not know that I was their disciple: Don José Alvarado and Don Agustín Basave Fernández del Valle. I boldly defended both of them, located at opposite ideological extremes, from the attacks they received for their presence in the Autonomous University of Nuevo León. I also fought for that noble house, harassed by both the extreme right and the extreme left. During the times of rector Héctor Ulises Leal Flores I fought for it alongside good university students like Manir González Martos, Jesús Arias and Rolando Guzmán, friends who are no longer with us, but who remain with us. I was an honorary member of the “El Pájaro” Club, along with Lalo González -the unforgettable Piporro-, Ernesto “El Chaparro” Tijerina, Rafael Domínguez and el Pepón, and now I am an honorary member of “La Herradura”, which brings together excellent friends whose names They would fill this entire section. I had the honor of being a guest teacher at the UANL. I do not forget my classes, so crowded that from the common classroom I was transferred with my students to the illustrious Aula Magna of Colegio Civil. In the warmest of my memories are my participation as guest conductor of the splendid University Symphony, in the time of rector Reyes Tamez Guerra, a great gentleman who took the University of Nuevo León to high heights of prestige. For several years I was Chancellor of the CEU, Center for University Studies, from whose schools numerous generations of professionals have graduated who have contributed to national development. From Monterrey, from New Lion and from some of its municipalities I have received distinctions that, because I did not deserve them, I have been more grateful for. I have soulful memories there, indelible, that make my twilight a continuous dawn. That is why I was hurt by the tragedy that occurred during a political rally, a misfortune for which no one should be blamed, and which no one should use for political purposes, because that would be infamy. I express my condolences to the presidential candidate of the MC, to the governor of the State, to the mayors of the metropolitan area of ​​Monterrey, to the Nuevo León community in general. And apart from the mournful border that I spoke of above, I put this phrase, obliged by the promise I made some time ago: “A vote for Morena is a vote against Mexico.” END.

MANGANITAS

“. The presidential election is approaching.

Of the aforementioned election
our future hangs.
We must choose:
ruin or salvation..

AFA

LOOKOUT
Armando Fuentes Aguirre
In the late night, when everything is dark, even the souls, the old furniture in Ábrego’s old house say things that humans cannot hear. The trunk that keeps grandmother’s wedding dress preserves aromas of rosemary, basil, and quince, and speaks of the time when she felt the softness of the wedding sheets, of the quilts woven by the laborious hands of women who are not even I remember, but only forgetting, forgetting alone.
The brass bed of Don Ignacio de la Peña y Peña and his wife Doña Francisca once hid gold and silver coins in its columns. The seven-moon mirror in the closet reflects, when no one sees it, images of the young ladies who looked at themselves in it and seemed to ask her if they would ever find a husband. The cedar table in the living room shows the fan of Lichita, the unhappy young woman whose fiancé was killed by bandits when she was on his way to Potrero to marry her.
I dream that I hear what the furniture says, and I apologize for putting here what they say. Someday I will be what they keep: a memory. Someday I will be what they do not keep: an oblivion.
See you tomorrow!…

Armando Fuentes Aguirre’s journalistic work extends to more than 150 Mexican newspapers, highlighting Reforma, El Norte, Mural and EL DEBATE, where he publishes his columns “Mirador”, “On politics and worse things”. He tells jokes and makes political comments under the pseudonym Catón, “Manganitas”, “Plaza de Almas”, “The Other History of Mexico” with the signature “AFA”. Ixtan Kan Tonolli Award on several occasions for the most read editorialist. He has Participation in the Hora 21 news program on Foro TV in its section “A moment with Catón”. At fifteen years of age he obtained a lawyer’s license from the Faculty of Jurisprudence of the Autonomous University of Coahuila, and he holds a master’s degree in Language. and Literature, as well as a teacher in Pedagogy, from the Escuela Normal Superior de Coahuila. Since the eighties, he was named official chronicler of the city of Saltillo. He received an Honoris Causa Doctorate in 2003 from the Autonomous University of Nuevo León.

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