viernes, 26 de agosto de 2016

A Long Walk to Freedom: Nelson Mandela

"I had no epiphany, no singular revelation, no moment of truth, but a steady accumulation of a thousand slights, a thousand indignities and a thousand unremembered moments produced in me an anger, a rebelliousness, a desire to fight the system that imprisoned my people. There was no particular day on which I said, Henceforth I will devote myself to the liberation of my people; instead, I simply found myself doing so, and could not do otherwise".

These are the words of Nelson Mandela, one of the most renowned leaders of the 20th century. His wholehearted commitment to the liberation struggle transformed not only the course of South Africa, but also the world's. However, his path was never easy or even. He had to fight restlessly, jeopardizing his life and the lives of his beloved ones. 


He had to become an outlaw, spending a lot of years in the shadows. Mandela spent half of his life working for an organization considered illegal; fighting for a cause which was thought to be inmoral and unrealistic. Nonetheless, even in his darkest moments, he had faith and did not falter. 

The Nobel Prize winner was imprisoned for almost three decades. It is amazing how he never gave up; how he held up in the toughest moments, without hesitation.

"It was during those long and lonely years that my hunger for the freedom of my own people became a hunger for the freedom of all people, white and black. I knew as well as I knew anything that the oppressor must be liberated just as surely as the oppressed. A man who takes away another man's freedom is a prisoner of hatred, he is locked behind the bars of prejudice and narrow-mindedness. I am not truly free if I am taking away someone else's freedom, just as surely as I am not free when my freedom is taken from me. The oppressed and the oppressor alike are robbed of their humanity"




I strongly believe that the key to his success was the fact that he always acted with good faith. Mandela always cared about the others, about the people, even when he had to pay the price himself. The sacrifice he was willing to make was immeasurable. He genuinely served the people of South Africa with all his heart and soul. 

Reading Nelson Mandela's autobiography has shown me many things. First, the fact that we are all human and we thus make mistakes. Even a peace man as he was made missteps. And that is more than fine. Second, the liberation struggle never ends. We have made great achievements in this field, yet we shall not take any of it for granted. We have to keep fighting till every single person from each and every part of the world is free. Finally and above all, it has given me reasons not to lose faith in Humanity. Because in a country where apartheid reigned, some courageous people decided to stand up and fight for justice. And against all odds, they succeeded. In the book, Mandela said "Even in the grimmest times in prison, when my comrades and I were pushed to our limits, I would see a glimmer of humanity in one of the guards, perhaps just for a second, but it was enough to reassure me and keep me going. Man's goodness is a flame that can be hidden but never extinguished".

Just to finish, here there is one of my favorite Mandela's reflection: "I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended". 




In few words, a long book-more than 700 pages- that explains with all details the life and fight of this unique leader. Very interesting, yet maybe a little bit too long. It contains precious reflections of Mandela, a man that will always be remembered.

jueves, 28 de julio de 2016

II Aniversario Poesía O Barbarie

Echemos por un momento la vista atrás. Concretamente al 6 de julio. Cuesta Moyano, Madrid. Cientos de jóvenes sentados en el (ardiente) suelo, esperando atentamente a que comenzara el espectáculo. Poesía O Barbarie volvía al ataque. Y nada menos que con una lista de artistas que quitaban el hipo: Marwan, Adriana Bañares, David Martínez Álvarez Rayden y Carlos Salem; con la colaboración de Territorio Moyano. 



Las palabras, veloces, volaban por la Cuesta. Versos reivindicativos se intercalaban con aplausos y ruidos. Rap, música, silencio. Infinitos elementos se combinaban consiguiendo un orden caótico. O quizá un caos ordenado. En cualquier caso, una experiencia muy intensa y gratificante, que sin duda dio un chute de vitalidad y energía a todos los que tuvimos la suerte de asistir. 

Quiero destacar la actuación conjunta de Marwan y Rayden. Pe-los-de-pun-ta. Aquí os dejo un fragmento del poema que interpretaron.

En mi cabeza

En mi cabeza. 
Tantas despedidas en cadena. 
El hombre que ahora soy con el que era. 
Rompiendo fotos de un pasado a ciegas.

En mi cabeza. 
El ruido de 500 despedidas.
Palabras de mis padres 
Y la noche en que al rozarte 
Me cambió la vida.

Guardo tu sudor en la memoria 
Y aunque no lo reconozca 
Me desvelo al pensar si seguirás durmiendo sola. 
Para qué seguirle dando otra vuelta a nuestra historia, 
Si esta historia es como un tapón que se pasó de rosca. 

En mi cabeza están todos tus olvidos, 
La lista de los sueños incumplidos, 
Poemas de amor en ediciones de bolsillo 
Y una silla musical que chilla hasta que calla el ruido. 
Objetos perdidos, sentimientos encontrados 
Y carteles de 'se busca' con tu nombre entre los más buscados. 

El mapa de tu cuerpo si emprendo el viaje del deseo, 
Tu desierto por la ruta sin peaje. 
Hay pajas mentales y orgías, 
También ideas sementales, sentimentales y resentidas, 
Mares de dudas, mudas certezas, al papiras, 
Pasajeras, viudas, con custodia compartida 
Y así, letras alcahuetas, rimas celestinas, 
Pensándolo en pesetas, tus recuerdos de propina. 
Hay duras penas, espinas y rosas, 
Y otras tantas cosas que mi mente todavía olvida. 

Guardo tu sudor en la memoria 
Y aunque no lo reconozca 
Me desvelo al pensar si seguirás durmiendo sola. 
Para qué seguirle dando otra vuelta a nuestra historia, 
Si esta historia es como un tapón que se pasó de rosca. 

Me tendré que convencer, 
Cupido a veces se equivoca. 
Cuesta tanto comprender, 
Que ayer no es múltiplo de ahora. 
No es múltiplo de ahora. 


Gracias, una vez más, por devolver la cultura a donde debe estar: en las calles.