THE POET WOMAN THAT RUN AWAY NAKED BY THE STREET

THE CUBAN POET THAT RUN  NAKED BY THE STREET FOLOWED BY HER LOVER.

   CARILDA OLIVER LABRA -6 July, 1992__ 29 August 2018.

  She was a woman cuban poet, Matancera, who since young published her first poems. Passionate, sensual and without fuss, her verses reflect those corners of the soul and the female body that nobody dared to mention.

  Beautiful, flirtatious and always in love, she said without hesitation that she could not live without a man by her side. Even at 90 years old, she still retained traces of her blond beauty and fleshy red lips like the rose of Christ.

  Her poem "Me desordeno" is the one that made her famous throughout the Spanish-speaking world. She received multiple awards and tributes by Castro's institutions.

   In literary circles, it is said that on an afternoon of her youth, she ran out naked and barefoot, running away from a man who was very passionate or who wanted more of her in his ardor. That was a scandal throughout the city of Matanzas and raised her to the rank of poet for those who did not know her verses, such as:

  "I touch you with the tip of my breast even without being in love and I get disordered, I get disordered"

  That verse is enough to magnify her as a major Cuban poet of the twentieth and twenty-first century.

 She was a Castro to the core and she adored Che Guevara, but that does not take away the lyricism and erotic reverie of her poetry.

  I'm valuing the poet in her and her many publications abroad. The Castro regime made her theirs and exhibited her throughout Cuba and abroad as they know how to do to the intellectuals who are faithful to them.

   If she had gone into exile, she would not even be in an anthology of the best Cuban poets.
  But the legend would remain. The same as she took refuge in any corner of the world.


                                           ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ

A CUBA: DULCE MARIA

   A  CUBA: DULCE MARIA LOINAZ Y LA POETISA URUGUAYA QUE LA MATO SU AMANTE DE DOS DISPAROS:

     DELMIRA AGUSTINI

            

                   PRIMERA PARTE

     INTRODUCCION

    Cuando yo estudiaba los cuatro  años de Secundaria y los tres del Preuniversitario, el Ministerio de Educación excluyó de la poesía  americana a tantos poetas y poetisas que jalonaron el sendero  de los modernos poetas actuales cubanos. Y mira que había tantas en el Universo de la poesía que nos espoliaron, por razones ideológicas, eróticas o lenguaje demasiado críptico para nuestra edad.

   Primero no nos hablaron en ningún año de estudio a la excelsa poetisa cubana DULCE MARIA LOINAZ que aún vivía en su casona del vedado capitalino. Nunca apoyo a los castro ni los condenó. Se sumergió en el hermetismo de su soledad y encerramiento solo violado por la visita de algunos poetas que también despreciaban a la nueva sociedad que nos impuso los Castro.

  De estirpe mambisa por parte de padre Enrique Loinaz del Castillo, autor del himno Invasor.  En su pasado figuraban poetisas de la talla de Gertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda y otras figuras que contribuyeron en la lucha contra la colonia española.

   Publicó muchos poemarios entre los que se destaca JARDIN. En su obra utilizo el llamado “realismo mágico” pionera en este estilo que décadas después utilizo Gabriel García Márquez.

   Fue su actitud apolítica al nuevo régimen lo que la aislaron de la sociedad.  Otros países, USA, España, la reclamaron para exiliarse. Pero ella permaneció firme en sus aposentos. Expresó una vez: yo soy hija de uno que luchó  por la libertad de Cuba, quien tiene que irse es el hijo de quien quería que siguiera siendo colonia.

   Recibió el premio Cervantes  en  1992, la Orden de Isabel  la Católica. Fue elegida miembro de la Academia Cubana de la Lengua que presidió hasta su muerte. El Premio Cervantes  y la Orden Félix Varela.

 Se casó dos veces. No tuvo descendencia.

    Cuando los Castro se dieron cuenta que no podían silenciar más su figura y su altura como poetisa, le rindieron honores que ella rechazaba en silencio y algunas entrevistas donde no cualificada ni condenaba al régimen de los Castro.

  Falleció el 27 de Abril de 1997 y fue sepultada en el panteón de los Loinaz.

  Su silencio en cuanto al régimen político de los Castro o la falta de crítica contra el sistema eran la única forma de expresar  su aislamiento de una sociedad de la cual no se sentía parte.

   Permaneció fiel a la Iglesia Católica hasta el final

  Como un lirio en su Jardín permaneció enclaustrada en su mansión fiel a las numerosas poetisas del mundo que hicieron lo mismo como la famosa póstumamente poetisa norteamericana Emily Dickinson que también nos robaron en el sistema educativo..

    Flor frágil que se deshojó calladamente ante la tiranía que la rodeaba.

  Por eso en mis años  de estudio no nos hicieron conocer a la Loinaz, pero su poesía habla por sí misma a las almas sensibles del cubano fiel y a todo el mundo.       

                   -continuara-

                                        Orlando Vicente Álvarez
CUBANO URUGUAY ,GENIO

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LOS ESTUDIANTES Y LA YEGUA POTRANCA POR DINERO

        LOS ESTUDIANTES Y LA YEGUA POTRANCA POR DINERO

     Cuando estábamos en La Escuela al Campo, varones de 7mo grado- yo tenía apenas 12 o 13 años- se presentaba muy sigiloso un joven guajiro de la comarca con una yegua potranca en celo.

    La alquilaba por 50 centavos – aproximadamente ½ dólar de hoy- por tener sexo con la bestia, que se quedaba tranquilita como si la acariciaban o simplemente la tocaran. No se inmutaba.

   Los adolescentes hacían fila pues colaba el anca de la chica-potranca a nivel de las ventanas del albergue. Y así el joven guajiro iba de ventana en ventana hasta juntar como 20 pesos, buen salario para un guajiro en aquellos tiempos al principio de la Revolución Castrista.

   La potranca se iba tranquila chorreando una sustancia blanca por toda la pierna.

   Los jóvenes dormían satisfechos la noche y decían que el sexo con la yegua era el más dulce que habían disfrutado.

     Al día siguiente los alumnos que venían del campo a la ciudad a estudiar nos contaban que las chivas daban mejor sexo que las yeguas, pues como le tenían terror al agua reculaban huyendo de una palangana de agua que les ponían delante, así el chico no tenía que moverse, la chiva en su miedo hacían todo el trabajo.  Las patas metdas en los bolsllos y estos solo tenan que sujetarle la cabeza. 

DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ

immigration, immigrants.POLITICS: FROM EDGE HAiTIIAN PAINTED WHITE #HAITI

Front edge HAITIAN PAINTED WHITE.
Orlando Vicente Álvarez.

   When I was a young doctor in the province of Guantánamo. They sent me to San Antonio del Sur, a municipality adjoining the Caribbean Sea. When a boat full of Haitians ran aground on the reefs, they sent me with an expert assistant in Epidemiology.
   I was not allowed to touch them just examine them in the eye of a good player.There were about 50 Haitians going to Miami. We went down the cliff and forced them to undress - men, women and children - and a fumigator sprayed them with white milk - Difterez - from head to toe. They painted them white.
   The PCC authorities threw banana bouquets from above as if they were infected or were going to eat us alive. Then they forced us to collect all indications of their presence: cans, threadbare clothes and all traces of them and burned them.That was communist solidarity.
   Then came an older Cuban ship and towed them to the high seas to continue on their way. And they forced us to keep the secret. That's why I sometimes say that I'm not Cuban: I'm Haitian.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN
GENIUS


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Humor satírico:SECRETOS DE LA MUERTE DE FIDEL CASTRO. Segunda parte. Fragmento de la novela LOS DIOSES TAMBIEN RIEN.

HUMOR SATÍRICO: SECRETOS DE LA MUERTE DE FIDEL CASTRO.


Tercera parte Pero miren como fue el final de Fidel Castro después de dividir medio mundo y acabar con sus enemigos. Cuando lo visito Juan Pablo II Fidel casi le puso la cabeza en su pecho para que lo bendijera pero el Buen Papa se dio la vuelta y le puso las manos a un hombre con vestimenta raída y zapatos rotos todo para que el papa mediara con EE.UU para que le quitaran el bloqueo. Lo único que consiguió fue la restitución de la Navidad pero ya no era lo mismo

. Después llego el Papa Ratzinger y se reunió con Fidel durante una hora. Castro ya se estaba debilitando y veía la muerte cercana así que prestó oídos a la prédica del erudito.; que hasta llego a hablarle de San Agustín de Hipona- de los santos padres de los primeros siglos del cristianismo. Le hablo de la conversión de San Agustín del Pelagianismo-doctrina de Pelágico quien negaba el pecado original y afirmaba que la gracia divina no era necesaria, ni gratuita, sino merecida por un esfuerzo en la práctica de la misma- al Cristianismo, que le gustaba la literatura y era un gran erudito. Se convirtió del maniqueísmo-se concibe como la fe definitiva que pretende invalidar a todas las demás- al cristianismo hurgando en las palabras de San Pablo de Tarso.

 Hurgó en la libertad del hombre, que ningún estado es una realidad divina o eterna, tuvo la intuición genial de la relación espacio tiempo adelántese 1500 años a Albert Einstein, y la Teoría de la Relatividad cuando afirma que el universo no nació en el tiempo sino con el tiempo, que el tiempo y el universo surgieron a la vez. También le musitó sobre la omnipotencia divina. Creer que Dios puede hacer absolutamente todo lo que se pueda imaginar puede conllevar ciertas paradojas lógicas. Un ejemplo simple puede ser como sigue: ¿Podría Dios crear una piedra tan grande que ni Él mismo pudiera levantarla? Si puede hacerlo, entonces la roca inamovible limitaría los poderes de Dios; pero si no puede, entonces ya no es omnipotente.

 Este problema condujo en la Alta Edad Media al concepto matemático del infinito y sentó las bases del cálculo infinitesimal. Castro presto mucha atención a lo de la roca- después veremos el por qué. Después de una hora de hablarle de la biblia y de los Santos Padres, Castro que estaba acostumbrado a oír “Sí Comandante, A la orden Comandante” estaba medio bobo y reblandecido. Ratzinger no lo bendijo como quería Fidel pero agarro una garraspera que se convirtió en bronquitis crónica. Esta, más problemas internos de la Iglesia Católica-que no quiero mencionar-le hizo renunciar al papado años después. Nunca había visto una cabeza tan dura y cerrada como la del tirano. Pero Castro había quedado pensativo y recordando los años cuando niño en el seminario de los jesuitas-la familia pensaba que le estaba entrando la chochera de la vejez-pero el comunismo siguió firme aunque con rascadura. Después llego a Cuba el Papa Francisco y le dijo con firmeza: - Castro déjate de mariconería y abraza a Cristo si quieres que interceda por ti por el bloueo. Castro asintió. Ya estaba en la llaga y Bergolio lo bendijo y le asignó un cura izquierdoso de la Diócesis de la Habana- era de Sudamérica- tenía que ser-y el cura iba todas las tardes, después que le habían puesto el enema porque era estreñido de muerte-y le leía la biblia, seguimiento de Cristo etc., pero Castro prefería el viejo testamento cuando Dios peleaba junto al pueblo de Israel en batallas llenas de heroísmo donde se derramaba mucha sangre.

Humor Satírico: LA MUERTE DE FIDEL CASTRO. Primera parte. Fragmento de la novela Los Dioses también ríen Orlando Vicente Álvarez

   LA MUERTE DE FIDEL CASTRO.  Primera parte.

  Fragmento de la novela Los Dioses también ríen

   Orlando Vicente Álvarez   

   En Cuba la dictadura castrista arrasó con todo. Primero  exilió a los Reyes Magos, la Navidad –eran tan lindas con todo eso de los camellos trayendo regalos, los villancicos y los caramelos que aún les echamos de menos- y a casi todos los curas. Ni los Mormones- que parecen estar en todas partes- pudieron penetrar aquella muralla de ateísmo instituido por el estado. Las iglesias parecían centros de reuniones de ancianos que ya no podían emigrar y se consolaban con sus rosarios

   Castro adoraba los  cohetes- tenía un juego en miniatura y soñaba con lanzarlos a todo país que no fuera como él quería. Hasta le pidió a la Unión Soviética un regalo especial: todo un arsenal de armas atómicas capaces de quemarle el culo hasta los aleutianos de Alaska, furioso el tipo, Ahh. Pero Kennedy y Kruchov llegaron a un acuerdo y retiraron las bombas nucleares, para decepción de Castro que las quería cerquitas, bien cerquitas.

   Y empezó el Comunismo y solo quedaron las misas o Bembés, y Changó, Ochun y todos los  Orichas juntos. Al lado de mi casa vivían unos blancos- todavía nos llamábamos entre nos gusanos blancos, no por el color de la piel sino porque  le temíamos al comunismo. Cuando yo escuchaba  el toque  de los bongóes me deslizaba por la terraza de nuestro garaje para presenciar de primera mano algún exorcismo o una limpieza de cuerpo entero que  se hacía a golpes de gajos y  resoplando alcohol y tabaco por la sacerdotisa- que era una vieja blanca experta  en invocar toda una  cohorte de demonios a los cuales yo les pedía que no me hicieran daño ni a mí ni a mi familia.

   Después la hija mayor, la nieta de la Babalao, se enamoró de un oficial del Ministerio del Interior, entonces  se convirtieron en gusanos verde olivo y clausuraron el bembé que amenizaba nuestras noches de aburrimiento y llenaba nuestros  sueños de demonios de toda índole. Hasta ahí duró la amistad entre las dos familias: los gusanos blancos, nosotros, que esperábamos emigrar y los gusanos verde olivo, porque comunistas no eran, simple apariencia. Al punto estaban nuestras relaciones que unas matas de jugosos mangos y  de tiernos anones manteca de su patio se desperdigaba por la azotea  de nuestro garaje y nosotros, temblando de tentación, no nos atrevíamos tocarlos. Esfuerzo de niños ingenuos hasta que la política que implantó Castro nos dividió.

Politcs: HAVANA FROZEN IN TIME

         HAVANA FROZEN IN TIME

      Havana, frozen in time, with old landmark buildings that defined in the 40's and 50 city looks like a lady blush fills in the face for good presence to tourists but can not hide the aging of the rest the body that is where the real people live.
     But those tourists knowing that carmine in the face is not true Havana go to another city, to see how communism has wreaked havoc on her skeletal arms and her famished legs: the last haven of Castro communism in the Western Hemisphere with no mention deteriorated neighborhoods of Old Havana and Centro Habana are feet full keys and bunion and where a world of poor people crowd.
     That tourists want to see pictures of East Berlin immediately after the fall of the wall. But that smell of burning oil that gets through my nostrils in Centro Habana is a scent that defines me to Havana and I miss here in Uruguay. 
     Meanwhile Havana waits patiently the great change that is just around the corner. People are full of hope to die Castro and decide the future but do so in silence, in his heart, as any reporter say they are happy there. They have learned to keep quiet. Communism is the art of putting a gag and introduce a policeman inside every Cuban, except a few brave who dare to challenge the new Gestapo.
     Meanwhile Havana waits in silence. A beautiful in its surroundings with its beautiful beaches and people learned that Contex Fashion and Cubamoda are not dictate the wardrobe couture shops but Miami city. It seems a small Miami parading with its usual garb. The village has become consumer goods from the brutal North and and the government can not do anything.
     I hope to live long enough to visit a free Havana that every time I see closer. Not to take Daiquiri in Floridita but to walk between its old walls and touch them as caresses a former lover.


DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ,CUBAN URUGUAYAN,GENIUS

  Fragment of the novel Cuban Doctor in Nicaragua: Chinandega

  When they were happier for beer and hors d'oeuvres, they went to dance to Ranchón where there was a dance floor. They danced with enforce and joy. They could not ask for more to life. It had already fallen the night and beyond the farm Mangales surrounding darkness of dense forest and the new moon cast its light on the edge of the forest loomed. Suddenly a helicopter with a deafening noise thundered through the sky. Several military jeeps occupied the area. One of them came forth Commander Fidel Castro and all youth ran to the vehicle to applaud and honor him.     Fidel dressed as usual olive green uniform. It was placed next to the door of the jeep and spoke to those present:     __ I see that they are all very young. It is the first mission to send to Nicaragua to make the internship in hospitals of different departments. With you are the teachers of the important subjects __ was a long pause and then look at the charge of the support group commander who is especially recommended organizing this mission. __ Angela you tell me if everything is ready, they go after tomorrow.     Angela, a girl in her thirties with hair dyed blond, slender and pretty, replied:    __ Yes, Commander, everything is ready to detail. The guys will be well placed.    __ Why do not we go to Ranchón to have closer exchanges with young people? __ Fidel inquired.     All the boys ran to Ranchón where they sat on chairs and made a semicircle around  where CommEXCERPT FROM THE NOVEL "CHINANDEGA: CUBAN DOCTORS IN NICARAGUA"
ander sits . Daniel stayed on the outside of the shack and climbed on a chair to see the president from above. Bodyguards intimidated him with his walky-talky surrounded the shack. At the moment he  had the feeling of being excluded from a pack of dogs. If boldest would have sat by the alpha male and would speak directly to their concerns. But that was no longer possible. Fidel spoke:     __ I have recently stopped smoking cigars. It has not been easy. What I miss most is the absence of the lighter in my pocket than cigars. Whenever I went patted his pocket in search and still not lose the habit.     Everyone laughed at the story. Fidel already relaxed the atmosphere. It was the main theme: the mission.     __ I know you are going to take up the spirit of our brave youth to know Nicaragua and show how a revolutionary Cuban doctor. Always give the example. Sacrifice is all we asked. The Revolution will know compensate later. __ He paused and then added, changing his tone and turning to his side __ Angela. Is there anything that young people need and you have not asked?    Angela had been working with the group to support the Commander two years. She knew him well to anticipate their desires. While other heads rolled at the slightest mistake, she had been able to stand, fighting tooth and nail against an egomaniac that brooked the slightest fault. It had almost canceled his personality. Just becoming a machine efficiency and speed to please the smallest wishes of the boss. He had kept a submissive spirit but firm in making decisions, anticipating the whims of the President. It had survived and planned to stay in the ring for a few years. Do not be deceived. He knew that subordinates the commander did not last long. Therefore had a saved letter in:    __ First thing tomorrow they receive at the Faculty of Giron new books of Surgery and Internal Medicine . Also white robes of his stature to make them presentable at work. We know that Nicaraguan doctors do not wear gowns. So we give the example. Further. __ He paused for breath and addressed the students in general__ We will give a stethoscope and sphygmomanometer last generation with a medical bag which can carry things.     Angela did not smile triumphantly. He then held his head bowed modestly exhibiting the best he could. Commander smirked.     __ Good. It seems that everything is ready, as Angela said, to the last detail. __ Change his voise__ And now I would hear an opinion of you.     Group of students surrounded the Commander in Chief a girl of short stature, pretty face, thick hair dyed mahogany and a rounded figurine rose succulent meats. He went to the Chief:      __ I'm Carmen de Santiago de Cuba but everyone calls me Crucita. Let me tell you, Commander, that this generation of young people trained by the Revolution will not fail you. We will fight hard to fulfill our duty as the historic generation fought for us. Come up with all the strength you've instilled in us and the spirit of our heroic guerrilla, Commander Che Guevara. It why ask that our brigade so called "Comandante Guevara" and we thus identified.      There were murmurs of approval from the group and some cheers and applause were heard widespread. Fidel carefully observe the student. She looked like a strawberry ice cream cone with her beige skirt and pink blouse. Le sexually taste. It was a select group of graceful with whom he had hidden love affairs. Girlish but with strong character, not easy to break. For him it was like a challenge to his manhood and his status as an almost teenage girl face him in private. And this girl, as it was called ... Crucita, met the requirements. Too bad the'd discovered so late a few days to go abroad, but I could contact her later. He was already bored with his current woman who had filled sons and he had to keep hidden because it went against their image to the people. It was assumed that he was married to the revolution, that this was his real wife and that there was no bigger than love of country. That image had been inculcated to the people since the early years and would not change. Since then, he had to look small Crucitas in the shadows that his security team made him reach the discretion of state secret and deal with the skinny, tall and feisty his official wife that few knew and had watered down her character live almost in hiding. That was too much for a woman of the Supreme Commander of the Revolution.     Crucita ended his speech or speech as Daniel copied sellout high chair in the situation. "But that big earl girl came to me," he said to himself. He knew from his studies at the Faculty of Santiago de Cuba. She was a born leader. A vibrant picture of the UJC and she knew it. With its strident and defiant voice could inflame the coldest public. Everything in contrast to her small figure that seemed to be nothing. Daniel knew her well. She had a boyfriend of her own age of weak character compared to her but idolized. He was a student of the Faculty of Engineering opposite the medical and looked every day, even studied together. But Crucita began his visits he demanded its lead over the UJC and fell in love with the bus driver was a young athletic but uneducated. It was fiery in bed in the cities where they had to go on their numerous tours of accountability. So she broke up with her official boyfriend. He was complaining to her house. The parents of the girl threw him saying "fagot" And that ended the adventure and good reputation of Crucita. She was considered a good leader feared for her power but to vulgar pulled his driver to view. Among her closest friends they began to despise for his gaffe. Were girls from good families, proud and conceited. Crucita ignored them and continued sleeping with the driver who treated her more and more.     The commander said a few more sentences farewell and left like the place as he came,  hidden. State secrets were his movements although they were recreational, were made in absolute mystery. So the people  saw in the most official events: celebrations of national holidays, factory openings, opening of monuments. Activities like this, and more individuals were secret. All to guard against any enemy north attack but the main reason was to maintain the cult of personality: strong, elusive like a tiger, mysterious. It had been his life in the last 30 years, it had chosen well, knew the fascination for the people and it motivated them more.     When the procession olive green jeeps and all the bodyguards and support group had disappeared in the dark, the party declined. Nobody wanted to dance and was drunk. Just excited. Daniel joined the group of his area and walked to the buses waiting at the edge of the forest of mango trees. Next to him was Elio who shocked by recent events with Commander commented euphoric:     __ Did you see that gave me a little squeeze on the shoulder when he left? Did you saw?     __ Yes, I saw it. I was impressed by your outstanding figure. __ Daniel commented sarcastically.    __ And tomorrow we will give the books we need ... And the esfigmo, esteto and coveralls  we need.     __ That's the power of the Commander. His only word that everything comes out. King Midas seems ...     Elio looked at him strangely not seeming to understand anything. Daniel saw his the situation and added:      __ I mean the Commander really cares about us. Sure I do not ignore your presence in the act__ He paused and softened his words. __ If you have a problem when we are in Nicaragua you write a letter to the Council of State and resolved immediately.     __ Do you believe?     __I assure.     They took the bus. Night had fallen squarely on the forest, only the glare of the headlights of the bus back to the Faculty of Giron was visible. Daniel rested his head on the window and meditate on his life. He had one girlfriend in his life and had not even made love. And this engagement had ended so abruptly and painfully with the betrayal that had left him as an empty vessel that the Mission was now trying to fill, not substitute for him away from his nefarious thoughts and gave a new hope and not let his autoestim dragged along the ground completely. He was not the center of the world. God knows as would the hearts of other group members, except marriage, at this stage of things, also broken as his, although they had a stronger self-defense mechanism and were optimistic by nature, but Daniel's pessimism attacked him in spurts. He wondered if she had a sort of bipolar personality although this had begun to suffer with adolescence. His periods of depression although he would call "melancholy" gave by himself in his room with his beloved books and write long pages in his notebook and in her diary. Something had inherited from the father with his chronic sadness after the Revolution  intervened business of his love and had plunged into a quiet bitterness and indifference to the education of the 5 men without giving even a touch or a kind word as they do true parents. Daniel never forgive such behavior, lack of parental affection, only her mother was not enough to fill the void. Years later, when he turned thirty forgives papa and justify the cold behavior of his brothers. But now he was very young and still new things surprised him and nothing like a long journey for long years away from home to prove himself as a man. Perhaps he loves again touched on her door.
     The next day the speaker of the faculty were awakened and fell to the offices of building where, after a makeshift desk, Miss Angela  was handing them out one by one bulky packages: medical gowns, promised books, esphingo and stethoscope.