wake Someday there
a light side, like birds, may travel in a fog
olive branch between the toes,
tired of waiting, obey and die,
wild as the god of our childhood.
Someday, when the curse of the time is up, touch your forehead
water loss threshold.
That day we'll be back.
Jorge Fernandez Granados (The habits of the ashes)
There are faces that Returning to leave us a picture of their lives back to be understood, senses and justify its existence from a fairer look.
"Ashes" trip to the country of I remember - was recreate black and white silhouettes of women, men's shadows, objects and spaces worn by forgetting or remembering therefore, view studded with light port sleepy, a handful of houses stamping a city, country invaded by the most terrible invention of men "war" . But among those burned ash not only hatred, ambition and betrayal, is also consumed furtively moments that belonged to women accompanying the other side of the war, presentiemientos with the desire for reunion, fidelity to his own, the fierceness to death and will resite to accept the death of others, and theirs.
This back in time looking for her, I spoke to a woman he met misfortune since the early days of his birth marked with blood by the two biggest tyrants who had the Paraguay, described it as a hero who escaped with great dignity and virtues of the permanents harassment to which he was exposed by the Grand Marshal, and is remembered more for this hostile episode, without taking into account other momentous moments of his life.
Pancha, holy, invicta, virgin, the goddess of Paraguay. These words led me to nowhere, searching Francisca Garmendia something else in something that really immortalize not only to decline lopez gallantry until the end of the war, but to find a betrayal of his hand, pancha was plotting with other women even if only to groping way of plotting against the Big Chief, I wanted to feel her strength and arrogance of an Antigone ranting against the supreme power without fear of death.
imagine in the light-dark with a shadow snatched his eyes the light of day and clouded his brow, from translucent glass I saw wet, lonely, full of love and hate, prepared to overcome and overcome their fate gracefully surrendering the court blood sentence also herself as a traitor before receiving a trial lopez lips. (Although the reality is that, under his name lopez with a cross, before being released on stream guazu).
The Garmendia I represent in ash is a woman who lived intensely his days, I've been tied between fingers signal not forget to avenge the death of his father, a woman toured with other women who long to wait for a final sacrficio just so many Paraguayans, who fought and not to utter a cry of victory but to end such suffering, offering holy buried so many friends, mothers, children, grandparents, children.
Pancha not arrive until the end of the war, but in this return to the past from the theater, Garmendia able to return home, carrying his few memories, his accordion, a song, the yearning for the winds of justice, and wait for the new glow of the day. Raquel Martinez
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