This day I will not talk about politics or worse things. There is something more important to me than that. It happens that today 60 years ago I began to live. The other years, the first 24, I only existed, just as there is a tree that forgot to be, a vanished cloud, a river that is and is not. He was breathing yes; he saw things with the eyes of the body; he walked even though he wasn’t going anywhere; I heard the noise of the world. But it wasn’t me.
He was a nameless man. Because to have a name you need someone to love you. If you don’t have love you are a nobody. And not even a nobody. A nobody like that, dry. That was me: a nothing. He was with me, of course, the love of my parents and my brothers; the endearing affection of the grandmother; the affection of a long line of uncles, cousins, and first, second, and third nephews.
I enjoyed the friendship of my friends, the nights with lyrics and music, when the wine told us the truth and made us say it. There were other nights, ephemeral, furtive, in which the name of love was taken in vain. The body was satisfied but the soul was still hungry and thirsty. Then she came, and it was her life. Maria de la Luz. She took me by the hand as one takes a blind child, and she has guided me along all the paths, even the wrong ones that I have sometimes chosen. At first her presence by my side was a mystery to me.
Later I explained it to myself. Good God said: “This poor wretch is somewhat crazy; he’s kind of stupid and doesn’t give a ball. A guardian angel is not enough for his care, and it can even happen that the madman drags the angel into his madness, because it is a man like him. Then I will give him something better than an angel. I will send him a good woman to accompany him in his solitude, console him in his sorrows, save him from danger and protect him from all evils and from all evil. A A woman who puts faith in his doubts and hope in his despair. A woman who gives him her love, even if he doesn’t deserve it.”
That was how María de la Luz came into my life. When I have fallen, he has raised me up; when I have lost my way, it has shown me the true path; when I have failed -when I have failed him- he has given me his forgiveness. Without her I would be left without myself; she would have no other companion than loneliness. If I were missing Maria de la Luz I would be missing God. Exactly 60 years ago today I declared my love to her and asked her to be my girlfriend. I told him: “But think carefully about your answer, because I am not only asking you to be my girlfriend: I am also asking you to be my wife.” And her words: “I don’t need to think about it. My answer is yes.” We were both very young, but her words and mine sealed a commitment for life, and I still believe for eternity. Since that day we have gone together, side by side, her hand in my hand, my heart in hers.
Thus both happiness and suffering have found us. There have been bitter hours, just as we have had them of ineffable happiness. Both joy and pain have entered our house. We have received both of them as part of living. To the smile we say: “Welcome”, and “Welcome” we say to the tear. Thus, together, no sorrow defeats us and no vain fortune puffs us up or makes us forget our modest and simple origins.
This morning I gave my girlfriend a bouquet of 60 red roses, one for each year of happiness she has given me. She placed them at the feet of the Virgin, the mother whom she asks every night for us, for our children and grandchildren, for all those we love and who give us her love. I, without being worthy of raising my gaze, thank the Mystery for having placed the light of María de la Luz in my life. FINISH.
LOOKOUT
By Armando FUENTES AGUIRRE
If Don Quixote had fought against real giants, he would have defeated them, or they would have defeated him, and their fight would have ended there.
But he fought against windmills, and then his fight became eternal. It is the battle of the ideal against the pettiness of life; of the nobility of the spirit against the stolidity of the material. It is the permanent battle of good against evil.
Let’s find our windmills. We will find them soon, because they are everywhere, and especially at this time. They look like giants, because they shout and wave their arms, but deep down they are blades that only move the wind without moving the wheel that gives the flour to make the bread.
Let those who present themselves as giants not scare us. They are not. They are the appearance of giants, pure wind, shouting nothing more.
They will leave as they came, and Don Quixote will continue riding to establish in the world the kingdom of justice, beauty, goodness and truth.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITAS
by AFA
“. March of López Obrador.”.
That unhappy action
if the observer repairs,
will serve only for
further divide the country.
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