They arise Memories to mind

Memories emerge in our memories ... which are quiet godsend as rain in May ...

I must tell you that ... did not sleep well last night. Put another way: I did not sleep. I spent what I know. "When he took a busy day and worried, resolving or trying to solve, as far as possible, making them possible, serious problems affecting those 'poor gentes'-no food, no clothes, no desire or low desire to continue living ... - which vegetate not far from my home, my mind always the same: do not sleep at night. "

It's funny how sometimes the memories emerge in our memories-real 'sorpresas'-boxes, which are silences godsend as rain in May ... and that, not far from the truth, we mark the precise guidelines to follow for our understanding: they are shaken by the engine that drives the blood in my veins: the human heart. Heart and mind, intellect and heart, two key pieces to move the world ...

My memory went, and all feet positions: A woman and a man, then another woman, told their stories (experiences) of your past, that marked their lives a sad morning.

Sunrise on the first day: the story of a woman ... There was almost no one. They ran seven in the evening when I was taking a coffee shop and browsing magazines "matacorazones." He entered the establishment, the daughter of a good friend of mine for whom I have great affection, I said, "You have five minutes?". "And five thousand," I replied. Fixed his eyes on my eyes, and exclaimed: "I want to be a mother, I need ...!". In my brains swarmed thousand and one questions, and I asked, trying to help, "Are you pregnant, perhaps?". At first, he replied: "Not at !...". He told me he was dating guys, married and unmarried-types-and that "better not talk about their ...". I also explained that her life of passion-law of sexual desire-well resolved, but his heart seemed cold, dead color. This like ours has been and is an accomplished woman Century: talented, writes books, teaches the State ... part of social organization on merit. My good friend, 'saving-age atheist does not believe in men and less still in love. So I confessed, and gave me consent to discuss it.

In any case, my fellow members is a beautiful creature, brave, beautiful and intelligent, he chose his voluntary celibacy. That is, coping with life away from their parents, being responsible for their own decisions. This lonely, loving woman, knows that "love is a flower too precious to cut" (Chinese proverb), continued his confessions friendly. Thus, inside evicted fears and fears loneliness. And told me: "I need someone to love, I need a man to make a baby, that of my dreams, but fucking AIDS!: Bump into him around any corner." Clearly, today, that there are children / as educated, and well, by their single mothers.

Face their fears, which are ours-advised, "Find a man-there are! - Respect your body and your soul temple." Explain your project love, 'I said, they find that man. He will transmit his feelings of admiration, appreciation and gratitude ... that will leave footprints perpetual inside your womb. This is our love alone we are creating. Paradoxes of the end of our century: one child, a single mother.

And we need mourn, we need to laugh, we need to communicate ... Our sorrows and our joys, but to communicate. For this, no doubt, we spend our lives "Begging motherhood." Let our neighbors are our brothers, the bad and good, but our brothers. I doubt that being a mother is one of the great treasures of this life.

I hear the words of the poet, who says: "Women fancy / that's why he lives, / and the man who lives it, / she's whim." Erikson maintained that "women are destined to have children." He was wrong, as human beings we are. In fact this girl was begging motherhood. If my daughter, your age, I would have asked for advice, perhaps, my heart would weep tears of winter, and my larynx articulate a word.

Sunrise on the second day: the story of a man ... It was late and was in a hurry. Few people traveling on the street, just a man sitting on the stairs of a portal, he said, "Hey, listen ...". I stopped my feet, asking, "Are you all right?". We cross our eyes, holding a cigarette in his fingers off, saying: "Will you give me fire? '. I do not smoke, I replied.

Who was that character? He wore clothes by the time tired, unshaven, and have over seventy-seven. Retracing our steps, I said, "Here, take ... hundred pesetas." No I beg and I never asked, he answered. To amend my previous error, continued saying, "Will you take wine?". Instantly, he replied: "Just when I do drink and repays me."

Circulating through my mind a thousand and one questions, and to him: "What do you want then?". At the time, replied: "Speak!, More than a century have not talked to anyone." Sonsaqué if you had family and said he had three sons and four grandchildren. "It is better not to talk ... and, with aging, you lose one even good friends," he concluded.

I have read little and told me some things about the elderly. Here was one of those solitary creatures, a fellow asked only "talk" ... and a match I could not give. Truly was someone who was begging humanity, well ... yes it was really a being who was alone.

I regretted it after not having spent more time with him is fashionable now not regret anything (not politicians when they lie or are mistaken, or when economists err in their forecasts ...)-, with his loneliness and his fear, isolation ... which will you have a few years away, if the society in which we are engaged not change their habits dehumanized.

When old begin our great physical and intellectual limitations and then affection, understanding, affection ... supplement both. The last trip of my short or long life more bearable see in family life and not isolated residences in sad, but well cared for and clean, dead walls of my own loneliness. There is an old Chinese saying: "We were young men, old, children." Well, take care of the children!

Our current society has forgotten our children and the elderly, ignoring the latter have already been the first and, God willing, the first shall be last. And is that our universities are using outdated educational facilities, which impart knowledge but forget to make people-young-who are the real engines for building a better world than ours. History teaches us so, and Ruben Dario also in the wonderful song of spring: "Youth, divine treasure, and you'll never to return! (...)".

Prisoners are in a world of fear and lack of communication. We need to mourn, we need to laugh, we need to communicate ... Our sorrows and our joys, but to communicate. For this, no doubt, we spend our lives "Begging humanity." Let our neighbors are our brothers. Regardless of race, sexual orientation, sex, religion, disability ...

The Catholic Church to which I belong, is not the work of distributing wealth as has ... The Vatican is immensely rich, and the numerous and unnecessary, many of them-religious orders that make up our religion. They live in their monasteries, "a king", with good heating, great cars and bodies nourished by overeating ... Say nothing of "Opus Dei" (money and power, power and money!). While the streets teeming millions of the disinherited of fortune ... starving and "begging humanity." May God forgive us!

Sunrise on the third day: the story of another woman ... It's true! I am an observant man, and-of course-enjoy helping my fellow man. It was siesta time, which never sleep, 'and I was sitting on a bench in the garden. Two young women, aged thirty-five and forty years, spoke loudly, as do most of the Spanish. He thinks one has heard all the things of this world, but it always comes something new. "I can not take it anymore. Note: Yesterday my boss told me that if I slept with him, I propose to section chief. You know, there will soon be an open competition on merit of procedure (?) - What chutzpah ! "he told the blonde to redhead. "Well, if I do not think twice. ... See what's two hundred forty with forty euros more per month! Who would know?" Replied the girl.

And in business, public and private, and many women have been performing tasks associated with men, but without losing any feminine identity. Next to roam unscrupulous, livers, gold seekers bodies desired soft and feminine ... sexually harassing females and morally-whether married, single or widowed. After a few minutes the blond left alone, but as we are in democracy, I said my daring: "Come to that girl, and tries to help." "Excuse me, miss, my daring! I could not avoid listening to their conversations and, really, I think we should denounce," he said. "I pay my cassette player. You see, small as a pack of cigarettes. Cash in drawer of his desk, and press here (" Rec "and" Play ") when it enters the narrow-minded cazamujeres" finished telling him.

It is not sufficient evidence before the courts, but evidence that ethical business change. "Do you think I have guts to hold out this little trick to that child?" He said. Sure, I said, for democracy, its laws, give the right to defend, and beauty in abundance but has plenty to be a woman of one man: her husband. Well, teaching a scoundrel to respect women, respect their own.

"He who loves and respects a woman is loving and respecting the world. Do not forget that if we are spending the night in this valley of tears we owe it to them," Mariano Cabrero.

"Women want to be loved without reason, without cause, not because it is beautiful or good or well-educated or funny or spiritual, but because it is" (Henri Frederic Amiel, diary II). We were taught in previous years-that the mere fact of being born men, not women rule the world: great mistake committed by our teachers. Today, thank God and the woman / s is / are released for good or ill, but have made all its consequences. Actually, this young lady officer, like many others, are, every day of the year, begging honesty ... It is true, and I must say that sexual harassment exists in every country in the world, unfortunately.

And that is the engine that drives the blood in my veins, heart, always speaks in silence me and tells me many times that we are all beggars ... looking for love, looking for the love of our fellowmen. Three beggars have spoken today, tomorrow ... But, true and true, no doubt, also love the beggars, the beggars also want to be parents, the homeless are also honest ...



La Coruña, April 22, 2011

© Mariano Cabrero is a writer



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