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Since my last post spent two days today. Two days when I had time to write, but I did not. Two days in which preferred to look, listen and be silent. I watched a lot of crap on TV and in newspapers from journalists pelotudos and even political Feinmann delesnables as Larreta or Santilli. I heard a lot of shit in the mouths of people, from a taxi driver asshole recontra against "villerazos" to an acquaintance, also recontra, saying bullshit. All had one thing in common: they spoke of what happened (at the time was going on) in Soldati. And I kept quiet. I resigned and kept quiet. I inflated the ball and shut up. For what I'm going to start arguing with these little patient. What good, I thought. Why should I write a blog post against class journalists, politicians bastards or the police (the Federal Metropolitan Hannibal and Mauritius) killer. What good is kept thinking. And I kept silent, too.

But I just received an email that I got up from lethargy. Slap me. Without telling anyone what was happening, someone had to send this simple message: "Read this, I took from a blog but can not remember which." And I read. And I was scared, too. How come if I did not tell anyone what was happening, someone send me this. That still do not know. What I do know is that Cortázar, and in 1971, was very clear. And today, 39 years later, there are many things that remain.

Ah, before leaving them with text and viciously stealing lines Cortazar, send them to all the fucking mother who gave birth. Better to be what it is saying that it burns the tongue and stomach ... say what you live and what I feel and what they suffer and what I hope. No street.

Policrítica in the Time of the Jackals

What good is writing good prose,
worth explaining what reasons and arguments
if the jackals watch, the pack is pulled against the verb, it
maim, you take what they want, leave out the rest
become white black, the plus minus sign is changed,
jackals are wise in the telex, scissors are
of infamy and misunderstanding,
universal pack, white black, albino, but sign
lackeys jackals and even more when they sign, what good writing
measuring each sentence, what good
weigh every action, every gesture that explains the conduct
if the next day politicians, the counselors, agencies, the police
costumed gorilla advisers, lawyers for the trusts
be responsible for the version suitable for consumption of innocent or rakes,
manufactured the lie once again running, doubt is installed,
and so many good people as a people and as much land area of \u200b\u200bour
that opens your journal and seeks truth and the lie is
makeup, snacks ready, and is manufactured by swallowing saliva, shit in neat columns, and some believe believe
and forget the rest, so many years of love and combat, because that's
, gossip, jackals know: memory
fallible as in contracts, such as wills, the Daily News today with
invalidates all previous collapses past this rubbish in a trafficked and lied.

So no, better be what you are,
say that you burn your tongue and stomach, some will always understand the language
fund next spring fund
as semen, milk, spikes. Wait
And another thing, the final defense or explanation, recidivism or escape, nothing easier than buying the paper made in USA
and read the comments on this text versions of Reuters or UPI
where jackals pundits will give satisfactory version, where editorialists
Mexicans or Brazilians or Argentine
translate for him so generously,
Jackal instructions in Washington, put them in the correct
Castilian, mixed with saliva national indigenous
with shit, easy to swallow.
I make no apology at all, and especially no excuse
this language, is the time
Jackal of jackals and their obedient:
the command all the bitch mother that gave birth
and say what I live and what I feel and what they suffer and what I hope ...

Julio Cortázar (1971)