In the cacophonous confusion of college life, the more strident note is produced daily, the ideological instrument which they play, sometimes with anger, the most, with indolence, squatters, and is called "Che Guevara Auditorium ". Carlos Mejia Godoy says
in "The Guitar and the woman:" There are women by the dozens, night and day, and not all that sounds, it takes the melody. " Something occurs to me that the university spaces: they can serve for many things, and can be used for many kinds of people, but does not lecture anyone who steps on a living room.
The years bear witness that the musicians improvised revolutionaries have failed to learn the solfa of self, and his poor repertoire has grown from the same song as always: the rhyming complaints against "imperialism", "capitalism" and "repression", composed many years before any of these activists was born.
I know several of those lyrics by heart, and at the time, and in the mouths of those who originally sang (like Soledad Bravo, so help me God, and who remembers it?) Had his reason and merit.
The problem is that, in the words of Pablo Milanes, "Time passes, and we are getting older." Men, as well as slogans.
course, of course, now we have fewer social problems, but remember what was said by Zitarrosa, "Ten-tenths of a salute to the Argentine people", referring to "the poets who make quirky songs with clumsy recipes (with the emphasis on "recipes"). Today, grab the beard of Mikhail Alexandrovich, or have a drink pure Vladimir Illich, does not lead to any desirable place to anyone.
is true that the revolutionaries "before" no one takes away the dancing, but the world now has other rhythms, it is necessary to learn.
And nobody tells asambleros squats and not sing "the song that they wanted," but in college, you have to learn not to interrupt others, and, as far as possible to make a " song with everyone. "
How is that? As with orders, comrades, to order! And no, a thousand times no, that does not mean making "shameful concessions" or "lower the flags" (pucha say, Manolito dixit), means just accept, as any individual who is not "no more sane or crazy as any prudent man" that space is not infinite, as the fortnight is not rubber. Where
aims to reach the squat, I do not know, but where is a dunghill, and that is unacceptable. Shame
should give them continue to waste everyone's time, taking over a space that is not theirs, and giving each child while out of tune note. And such a waste of time, as demonstrated by the poet, and sang José José, can serve to win a bet poetic, but it is wicked for good reason.
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