RACIAL PREJUDICES,BLACKS.#afro-descendant, #celia cruz, #Che Guevara, #cuba, #gloria stefan, #habana, #Mariela castro, #racial prejudices, #sandunga, #Silvio Rodriguez

 

SINGER GLORIA STEFAN AND MARIELA CASTRO ESPIN

GLORIA STEFAN AND MARIELA CASTRO ESPIN

   The daughter of Raul Castro, a member of the Cuban parliament, said on Cuban national TV yesterday that Gloria would not succeed as a singer in Cuba, because "she does not have sandunga"
   Wounded by Stefan's statements that he would not sing in Cuba while it was not free, the town had the same right as foreign tourists and less in front of the Che Guevara sculpture.
  Let me tell you that when we were in Cuba we exchanged Gloria's cassettes to listen to her on birthdays, weddings or bithday of 15 of the young people.
  I think Mariela is based on the racial prejudices that still survive in Cuba where the Afro-descendant population tends more to enjoy the music "sandunguera" and this is nothing but bottled racism because Gloria loves everyone to dance and listen. His song "Conga" made half the world dance.
   She can talk what she wants because there is no one to reply to her- Ahh, it's the president's daughter behind the scenes.
  My mother when she came to Uruguay on vacation, one of the first things she asked me -Get me a CD from Celia Cruz, - and my mother is the daughter of emigrant Galicians and in so many decades of Revolution she had not forgotten the Guarachera de Cuba that always she denied returning to Cuba in her exile.
   Mariela Castro was wrong in her statement about Gloria which has helped to spread the Cuban rhythms around the world more successfully than any Cuban singer on the island. Silvio Rodríguez, Cuba's official singer will have Sandunga.
 She knows nothing about music or Cuban roots for an emigrant. She only sits in his office to present herself as a new face initiator of cultural and social changes.
  Shut up Mariela and leave another Cuban more exalted than you to sing to the world: "My land and Cuba libre".
   As one of her songs says:
  -The earth hurts you!
Because you are not really interested and you are divorced from the experiences of the Cuban people.
  BY DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ

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A mí no me dejaban entrar a Cuba por ser médico profesional y haberme quedado. Por fin a los 17 años de separación me dieron carta abierta, pasaporte y el permiso de la embajada para visitar a mi familia. Mi hija había conseguido trabajo- y hasta un novio uruguayo- me acompaño. Solo recuerdo mi llegada a Guantánamo entre lágrimas y besos. Una noche después, estando en el

A mí no me dejaban entrar a Cuba por ser médico profesional y haberme quedado.

   Por fin a los 17 años de separación me dieron carta abierta, pasaporte y el permiso de la embajada para visitar a mi familia. Mi hija había conseguido trabajo- y hasta un novio uruguayo- me acompaño.

    Solo recuerdo mi llegada a Guantánamo entre lágrimas y besos.

   Una noche después, estando en el corredor balanceándome en bermuda por el inclemente calor se acercó mi hijo. Ya era todo un hombre de 20 años guapo por los ejercicios y alto por los genes que le legó la rama de la familia materna.

   Me dio un beso en las mejillas y me preguntó cómo eran las mujeres uruguayas. Yo le dije vaguedades para que no se entusiasmara.

    _Papa, ¿tú te acuerdas de nuestro perro Serafín, aquel caniche que queríamos tanto?

   _ Claro que me acuerdo, hijo.

  _ ¿Y que me dijeron que se había ido al cielo de los perros?

   _ Eras un chico tierno. No se te podía decir la verdad hasta que tú la descubriera por ti mismo.

    -¿Sabes una cosa?

   -¿Qué dime, hijo mío?

   _ El cielo sería muy aburrido sin nuestros perros.DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ CUBANO URUGUAYO GENIO

PINGA,FALO,THE PENNIS Urology ,man,SEX,urologists,conversation with ORLO

urology ,man,urologists,conversation with ORLO

CONVERSATION WITH ORLO

-YEAR 2000
---- MY DINNER WITH ARCO ORLO------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------UROLOGISTS-------------------_ I HAVE CUT MANY DICKS -PINGAS-WITH CANCER, EVEN OF YOUNG MEN AND WERE SAVED AND LIVE MASCULINITY OF MEMORIES._AND THEY DO WITH THE ORGAN?_WE'RE SENT TO THE CLINIC TO SAVE IN CHLOROFORM, LABELING AND ARCHIVING, AS WELL AS THE FORESKINS OF CIRCUMCISION OR STRANGLING PENISES BY SKIN._FOR WHAT?_IN CASE ANY MALPRACTICE LAWSUIT MAKES ... A FATHER ONCE CAME, THOSE WHO WERE NEVER INTERESTED IN HIS CHILDREN AND GAVE HER A SHOT A NURSE BECAUSE HE SAID HE DID NOT NEED TAKE NO GUTS OR EGGS ...A YOUNG MAN RESISTS THE OPERATION AND CRACK THE CANCER AS A CAULIFLOWER, IT IS IMPREGNATED WITH FETID ODOR BEFORE DYING.'_I TOLD HIM, SOMETIMES, IT IS BETTER WITHOUT A PENIS, BUT ALIVE ... ................................ .................................................. ...........

__MARRIED / A UNFAITHFUL. ANYWHERE THERE IS ALWAYS A (MILLION) INFORMER (SNITCH) NEXT "SEGUROSO". THEY ARE MORE REALISTIC THAT THE KING BECAUSE THEY ARE VOCATIONAL. INVENT REGULATIONS OR GIVE RETROACTIVE DECREES MENTIONED THAT NOBODY FINDS AND LEAVE NO WRITTEN OR SIGNED RECORD. OFFICIALS ARE AFRAID OF THE NAKED KING. THEY ARE THE PAGES OF THE GHETTO CLOSED AND PARANOID SOCIETY. ALWAYS ON THE LOOKOUT FOR ANY DANGEROUS THOUGHT. THEY ARE GREENISH DROOL INSIDE, SUFFERING FROM INTERNAL HYDROCEPHALUS AND DIARRHEA, ALTHOUGH THEY LIVE IN GOOD HOUSES. AS MONTEVIDEO IS A TINY CITY SNEAKS ONE FINDS AND KNOWS BY THE SMELL OF PUTREFACTION THAT EXCEEDS THE KENSO. I WENT UP TO A GROUP (SAY GUAGA, BUS, HARE) AND A FASHION MAD ATTEMPT TO SEDUCE ME WITH ITS LORQUIAN BIG EYES AND WHEN I KNEW HE WAS THE SECRETARY OF THE SECRETARY AND LOVER OF LOVER ATTORNEY-TYPE, SNEAK, THAT I WAS APPLIED THE STRANGER AND RETROACTIVE DECREE AND I SAID: 'EVEN THE SALAMANDER IS IN THE FIREPLACE? HE, I SAID WITHOUT EMPHASIS, INGLORIOUS. THE LITTLE SEDUCER FLEW OUT THE WINDOW LIKE A GHOST BY NEON TUBES SCAPED .................... ..................................................
--- -GARRAPATA PREFER TO BUCOWSKY (WRITE WELL?) OR REINALDO ARENAS, LEZAMA LIMA, PARADISO FASCINATES ME I THOUGH, THAT BAROQUE IS A CATCHY AMOEBA INTERCOURSE THAT NEVER ENDS, SO TICK AS GREAT CONSTRUCTIVISM TORRES GARCIA .......................................
4-ONE MORE IMAGINED AT DAWN, I DO NOT LET ME SLEEP, ARE AT 7 A.M, I'LL WRITE IT AND I DO NOT REMEMBER, I WILL RETURN TO TORTURE ME SOME NIGHT WHITHER, S ... IT WENT?.............................................------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE UPSIDEWHEN ORLO WAS 9, HER FRIEND MELANIA WAS 11, BACK IN THE BEAUTIFUL GUANTANAMO, AND AS SHE SAID TO ME, HAD A PHARMACIST SQUEAKY VOICE IN THE PEOPLE-WANT TO CLARIFY BEFORE I COME UP, THAT NOT ALL WHO HAVE SQUEAKY VOICE THEY ARE HOW ARE YOU ... BECAUSE IN  THE CHURCH IS A LITTTLE MARRIED MAN, WHO LIKES TO GOSSIP AND HAVE SQUEAKY VOICE AND NOT ... GOSSIP NOT CONSIDERED, OF COURSE, ... EXCUSE ME I SAID.PEOPLE CALLED HIM VERY BADLY AND RUDELY, INVESTED.-MELANIA-ASKED ORLO.-WHAT IS AN INVERTED?_IT A MAN WITH TITS _EVERYTHING SHE HAD TO KNOW SHE SAID.FOR A FEW YEARS ORLO. WONDERED WHERE THAT HID TITS, TITS IF HE HAD OR NOT AND WHAT KIND OF SERIOUS TITS.AT THAT TIME THEY WERE NOT ROUND AND HARD AS IT USED TODAY, BUT CONICAL, SOFT TEATS AND SOMETHING FALLS, THEY WERE NATURALS.HE WAS LOOKING FOR: WOMEN DOCTORS, WRITERS AND SOLO PIANISTS ... THAT IF, SKINNY, WITH RESPECT AND WITHOUT MUCH HOMOPHOBIA AND FEAR OF SACRED WRATH OF ADVOCATES TOLERANCE.WHEN I WAS IN SEVENTH GRADE AND RURAL USED A VERY HEAVY MACHETE TO MY SKINNY AND CUTTING SUGAR CANE WITH GOALS A BODY APPEARED A BIG MAN LIKE A BEAR WITH BREASTS.THAT'S NOT AN INVERTED, MELANIA, THESE VACILLATING ME, FUCKING.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

THE PIANISTTHE OLD PIANIST, AT HOME FEARS, COMES WITH A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS AT THE BOTTOM AND KNOCKS ON YOUR FRONT DOOR AND DELIVERS IT TO THE PIANIST ... I MEAN, THE BOUQUET, OBVIOUSLY.SOMETHING WORTHY OF RICARDO ARENAS, I THOUGHT, WHEN HE SPOKE OF THE OLD AND GREAT LEZAMA LIMA AND HIS CHORUS OF POETS AND POETASTERS.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

THEATER DIRECTORBERNHART WOLF LIVES AND DIRECTS THEATER IN BERLIN EAST AND INHERITED THE GREAT TRADITION OF BRECHTIT HAS PROJECTS IN ACTION IN CHIAPAS, IN SANTIAGO DE CUBA AND NOW A UNIVERSITY IN SOUTH AFRICA, ALTHOUGH HE LIVES WITH HIS NEW WIFE IN STOCKHOLM A LITTLE AND A LITTLE IN THE CITY OF WENDERS AND HIS SKIES WITH ANGELS.WE MET IN MONTEVIDEO, WHEN HE TRAVELED WITH SWEET AND BAREFOOT MAYA, RESIDENT IN GENEVA. THE AMOUNT HERE: "WHERE IS THE EXIT INTERVIEW THE CUBAN HECTOR QUINTERO?" VALUES FOR CULTURAL EXCHANGE AND I MADE ONE OF THE AGES OF HECTOR AND HE ACTED AS THE REPORTER TRAVELLER.THE CUBAN-URUGUAYAN WRITER ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ AS ACTOR.HE READ MY TEXT "BASTA" TRANSLATED BY CANSTET HEINZ, ASKED ME ANOTHER WORK, HE FOTORGRAFIED 72 IMAGES OF MY HOUSE AND TRAVELED TO TACUAREMBO TO SEE IF THE ENERGY WAS INDIVIDUAL OR COLLECTIVE. SAID, IT IS COLLECTIVE.WITH URICH SCHRAEDER, ULI, DISCARD "SPERM SAUCE" AND "LOSERS ALWAYS" AND TRANSLATED "GODS OF CLAY"A BERNHART AND MARA DID NOT LIKE IT.IT'S DEPRESSING, DRACULIANA, AND TOUCHES ON THEMES OF INTROSPECTION AND SILENCE AND PARALYZED THE GERMAN THEATER. ALSO IT IS NOT INTERACTIVE. LACKS DIALOGUE AND GROWTH.AND IT WAS TRUE, HE PREFERRED THE HOPE AND I STARTED TO WRITE RESURRECTION OF CHE AND HIS VISIT TO CONGRESS.SO I PRODUCED "NEVER SAY NEVER" TRANSLATED BY B. HIMSELF.I INVESTIGATE THOROUGHLY, BECAUSE IT IS A GREAT RESEARCHER.I REMEMBER FOR EXAMPLE THAT HOBBES INTERESTED IN THE WORD UNTIL HE FOUND THE OWNER OF THE WORD.HE WORKS WITH WORDS BUT ALSO WITH ACTIONS.I HAND HIM OVER TO SIMONE BECAUSE THE CHOREOGRAPHY IS TOO DIGNIFIED (COST OVER 50,000 DOLLARS) FROM A LARGE THEATER, HE SAID, AND NOT AN UNDERGROUND THEATER OR A UNIVERSITY THEATER IN CAPE TOWN OR POPULAR IN CHIAPAS OR CUBA ...SO FATIGUE AND SILENCE OF EUROPE, REFLECTED IN HIS THEATER, AND ADDED, IN ALL ART, INCLUDING VISUAL NEOBARROCO FILM AND VIDEOS, NOT WHAT I SAY, BUT ONE (AND MANY MORE) EUROPEANOR AT LEAST A BRILLIANT EUROPEAN AND BERNHART, WHO SEDUCED BY MOLIERE, RUNS LATIN AMERICA AND AFRICA.

AMILCAR LEGAZKUEMONTEVIDEO
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MEDICAL EMERGENCY

As always in life ...

MEDICAL EMERGENCY

Aniceto had a prophetic crisis, but without charisma.

A verbal incontinence that constantly threatened with punishment of plagues and catastrophes, inside the old hospital Chinandenga and great erudition and coherence.

Injected with anti-inflammatory and snores placidly neuroleptics.

So, every week, the family bring him to emergency in order the threats become a peaceful tropical nap

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proctologist

It's a very male guajiro but was an amateur to the prostate massage and every week at firm waits his turn.

The proctologo shouts

That comes a nurse. This sick man got me rotten. Or he goes to Japan.

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IMMIGRANT NEW YEAR

Says the Caribbean:

_Look at this sky, no stars have and this water is not like my water sea. In my country the sky and water are so beautiful that you never forget.

Southern says:

_As my little country there is none.

And Peru, invited by the ambassador to dine with the President;

_This ceviche is very wrong. Not as in my country ....

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Amilcar Legazcue ORLO TALKING WITH ARCO 2000 -Montevideo. Uruguay.

WHAT THE WIND SPUMES This dawn woke me a dream of a memory of almost 40 years. His eyes were full of tears and a sense of wasted time gone, like scenes that fade into a dense fog and disappear.

WHAT THE WIND SPUMES      This dawn woke me a dream of a memory of almost 40 years. His eyes were full of tears and a sense of wasted time gone, like scenes that fade into a dense fog and disappear. They were companions of the Preuniversity.    With their blue skirts uniforms and the ribbons that adhered to them according to the year, girls and boys paraded as they were in their youth.    I was on the steps of the Pre and watched as some of the friends and friends walked towards the mist and vanished.    I could identify Arlen or Carlota my beautiful friend on whose balcony of her house we discussed Freud and Heminguey, the Cisneros with her eternal vigilant mother - tall with adorable legs - Margarita, Izet, discreet and intelligent, Laila the crazy, Nelly Fernandez Mafú with her beautiful hieratic face whom I loved in silence, Mechi, my friend Loforte, my other partner Philip, black and tall, the male Pilots and others.    Then I began to reflect on the dream. It was the scene of our glorious youth gone forever. From our best stage of life in which existence seemed like a lawn where we wallowed among flowers full of happiness.   Now those times remain in the memory. Scattered throughout the world, my companions still suffer the tearing of exile even though they have already settled with their families in new lands.   That's why he cried. For the times gone that dragged me to a glorious past that the wind carried away.   We were so happy and we didn't realize.                         DR      ORLAND VICENTE ÁLVAREZ

cuban uruguayan genius

MOTHER MAMA GLORIA. MY HEROINE ·#glaucoma, #blind, #colicos, #cuba, #cuban coffe, #cuban pizzeria, #diabetes mellitus, #guantanamo, #mom punta del este, #river guaso, #uruguay

GUANTANAMO: MAMA GLORIA. MY HEROINE

GUANTÁNAMO: MAMÁ GLORIA. MY HEROINE.

   I had the prohibition of Cuba not visiting my relatives for 17 years.

  I called Mama Gloria by phone every month.

  - How do you feel, mom?

  - Barbara, son. And you. How are you doing?

  - Macanudo, missing you a lot ...

   - Oh, son. Here there is no coffee, no oil, no fresh bread, no flour. Castro has taken everything away from us.

    She said with humor. And I warned:

   -Mom! look that Security of State can you hear! ...

  - I'm old to be afraid of that party of snitches ... Now they are selling us red pea ... They say that they cultivate them secretly in the red lands of Baracoa.

   -Okay, Mom. But ... What's new?

   - Good. You know that my only condition is that I'm blind ... Your cousin M... died ... of intestinal cancer and your other cousin Fe ... of lung cancer for smoking like a coffee pot. But life goes on, son, we all go to the hollow sooner or later. I speak to God directly and I do not trust the priests anymore. Sometimes I give him a scandal in silence or I apologize, that according to the evil or good that surrounds us.

  Mother had suffered the loss of two grown children and my father. She cried at times but said it was the will of the highest and continued with her good humor and joy.

     Between my brother and I, we brought her to Uruguay with my youngest brother who had stayed in Cuba. Great emotion to see them I felt after so many years.

  -Let's go. No crying Here I am whole and happy to see you both.

  We hosted them in the house of my brother and my Uruguayan sister-in-law in front of the beach with the freshness of the sea and the spicy sun of the first days of autumn. Here in this "fashion" area the houses have no number but they have a sign in front that says "The jasmine" or "The eucalyptus" and my brother who had already had many years in Punta named the house, painted on a ornamental stone "Casa Gloria" in honor of Mama.

  My little brother told me:

  -She says she sees nothing, that she is blind, but she said goodbye to the woman who took care of her and she cleaned the sidewalk with her broom and saw the 8 pm novel in Cuba.
   The family watched her and said:
  - Grandmother, but you see something.
  - Yes. But I see everything as between a cloud.
   -So, how do you see the dust in the corridor?
  - Do not ask. No more question. And the novel I do not see ... I hear it.
  The first time we took her to a large supermarket she said:

   -But what a big store! Are not lost among so many shelves? Are there guides here?

   We show you all the shopping by walking among the gondolas full of articles and food.

  - The Virgin Mary! But how many things that do not need. I have a piece of meat, a plate of beans with rice, I'm satisfied. Ahh. Are those chorizos?

   -Yes, mom, of all tastes and sizes- my brother said.

   "Well, you my sons buy me  some ... that Castro destroyed them and my Galician family and my late mother prepared them in the patio of the house on the edge of the river Guaso and I got used to eating them, I have a craving for chorizos.

  A few days later a Galician cousin of my mother made a lunch in her honor at the hotel of which she was the owner.

  The table was full of succulent delicacies. Mama without asking permission grabbed a quarter of roasted chicken and ate it with her hands without ceremony. Then a plate of roast pork with vegetables was served. She was taking it out of the past when the dictatorship had deprived her of those foods.

   I only ate roast pork and some vegetables because my diabetes had already been discovered and I was under treatment with oral hypoglycaemic agents. I had not said anything to Mom.

  The hotel baker had made a peach pie or peaches and a lot of meringue. I could not resist the temptation and I ate a good piece. Suddenly it gave me urgent wishes to go to the bathroom. On the way I found the confectioner who had glaucoma, a bulging eye and looking away as opposed to the otherwise healthy eye. Also my little brother who was going to the bathroom.

  Then the unexpected happened, a resounding gas rumbled in space and I ran to the toilet.

   Later my little brother, who had witnessed my situation with the baker, told me:

   - Compay, throw yourself a gas that the woman straightened her eye and got stuck inside!

  I laughed at his words. It was one of the jokes that we later commented on as a family and we all laughed, especially my mother.

    That night my mother was awakened by an intestinal colic from the filling that had occurred at the hotel lunch.

    I examined her.

    -It's an intake mom. You ate too much Your enzymes to digest so much unusual food have fallen asleep. Go now to the bathroom and evacuate.

  That's what my dear old woman did and then, relieved, she fell asleep next to my little brother like a girl.

     Mom did not like the cartridges packed or in blister of coffee that we bought them:

  -This is not coffee, very refined and glazed. I like coffee beans that in Cuba I toasted in a cauldron  with brown sugar. That was good coffee. Not this synthetic, be it Colombian or Brazilian. Nothing like a Cuban coffee cup.

   After two months of staying at my brother's house and listening to songs from Celia Cruz and Marco Antonio Solís under a parasol on the terrace, my mother had a missing for her house in Cuba and said she wanted to leave. My little brother who had opened a pizzeria next to home about a year ago was also worried about how the business was doing.

   And they left.

  When I called her days later on the phone she told me with humor:

   - There is no coffee, no oil, no rice, just pea of Baracoa.

    And I did not see her again until after 17 years they allowed me to visit my family.

   I love you so much old lady. She is heroine.

                                            Dr  Orlando Vicente Álvarez



see CLIK HERE

https://www.amazon.es/Memorias-niño-guantanamero-Guantanamero-Cuba/dp/1520725884/ref=sr_1_18?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1542808723&sr=1-18&refinements=p_27%3AOrlando+Alvarez

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Saturday, May 11, 2019

PARA MAMÁ GLORIA EN SU DIA. DE SU HIJO ORLANDO.

MAMÁ GLORIA, ESTA FLOR ES PARA TI. AUNQUE LA DISTANCIA NOS SEPARE, SIEMPRE ESTARÁS EN MI CORAZÓN Y EN MIS SUEÑOS. TE EXTRAÑO SIEMPRE.
QUE DIOS TE SIGA BENDICIENDO.

    TU HIJO  ORLANDO VICENTE