Women's Day (on the occasion of Международный женский день) Without going into historical issues, I presume, you know well. Without attempting to pontificate about anything. No other intention than to think aloud together ...
Why? she asks me why there is a day for women? Why? insists his aquamarine eyes do not have a day for men?
kiss your lips, I stop to think, all I can think of (the quick answers are not mine, much less in your arms) and I sleep to dream about it.
wake in the morning as the sun shines, and I think back to the question.
A day for women?
Yes, I know the story, the terrible story of the women of New York.
And do not forget to Clara, or women in Russia, spoke out against the wisdom and the Revolution ... Women, so many different ... Undoubtedly
them, the workers, the suffragists, those who burned their bras, which refused to give birth to slaves, who broke conventions, silence and oppression, should be honored ... Yet today
not think so much in them, but in all.
In women around me, choking me, fill me, that made me what I am, for better or for worse (and not always because that was su intención).
En la mujer, compañera y rival, nuestra igual, amigos varones, y tan diferente.
Tampoco evoco, ahora, la cultura.
Las influencias de los modos de pensar y de estar que determinaron, ¿al final del Neolítico?, ¿en la Edad del Bronce? la división sexual del trabajo...
La historia es fascinante (quizás por ser de género femenino) pero no es el caso rememorarla.
Antes bien hoy, 8 de marzo de 2011, pienso en vos.
Sí, en la mujer que veo, siento, padezco, admiro, soporto, necesito, esquivo, busco y pierdo todos los días. Mujer de muchos nombres, como tantas que están cerca, mujer in different ways and that, despite all differences, has some (indefinable) that makes being a woman.
Your name matters little.
His relationship with me (wife, daughter, sister, friend, mother, student, ex-wife ...) is irrelevant. You're
which leaves me wondering.
Women.
Shadow children, terrible presences tempting, gods of fire and blood, subtle, elusive, fickle, tough ...
Lilith and Eve.
Ariadne and Phaedra. Astarte and the Virgin Mary
Sor Juana Rosa de Lima, Mariquita, Juana Azurduy
Evita and Mothers ...
We crawl, we forget, we are subject to apparent desgano hasta el punto de suplicarles su dominio, nos aplastan con indiferencia y desean que seamos, siempre, lo que ellas quieren.
Nos asustan.
Nos recuerdan que no todo es límpido, claro y distinto, que la Razón tiene un límite y que la Dialéctica es mujer.
Nos intimidan con la vida que son capaces de portar, nos rodean, nos dejan desnudos en medio de nuestra aparente frialdad, no nos piden que amemos, sino que las amemos.
Sombras
Les hemos puesto nombres en nuestro varonil afán de clasificarlo todo;
Menores de edad.
Presencias tentadoras.
Divinidades de fuego y de sangre.
Sutiles.
elusive.
fickle. Tenacious
.
All this has been women for which we stand on the other side of the XX chromosome ...
A mystery.
The festivities were ancient mysteries, we are told, in which participants sensed, but did not understand the secret of life. No one could reveal and little need was, I believe, such a ban because the mysteries in themselves, are indescribable.
mysteries of this order are women ...
And like all mysteries, be it joy, is that of sadness, have a day to remember that we are still revealing their presence.
to realize something ... Never
woman, I can understand you at all.
Blessed be God for it! Gustavo
