Luis Ospina, in his documentary 'The perpetual anxiety' plays the "Message to young Colombians' which, in the tone Fernando Vallejo acid which he usually does, this author gave several years ago during a meeting of writers in the national park in Bogotá. Like it or not, Vallejo is one of the most enlightened Hispanic minds of our century. His prose, overwhelming and Baroque, makes us laugh, mourn or redden with rage, but, never leaves us indifferent. Reid
So weep or blush with rage with this entry.
Here the full text.
A COLOMBIA BOYS "(By Fernando Vallejo)
kids of Colombia:
you who have had the misfortune to be born, and the wildest country in the world, do not follow the current, not getting carried away by their folly. For while the madness helps ease the burden of life, you can also add to the misery.
Heaven and happiness does not exist. These are stories of their parents to justify the crime of having brought into this world. What exists is the reality, the harsh reality: the slaughterhouse to which we came to die, when it is to kill and eat animals the way to our prójimo.Porque our neighbors also are animals, not just the man as he thought Christ. Anyone who has a nervous to feel and suffer is our neighbor, dogs, horses, cows, rats. My brothers dogs, horses my brothers, my sisters cows, my sisters rats, which are also part of Colombia. O is for you. That is me.
therefore not play. Do not do to others what they did to you, not to pay the same coin, evil with evil, to impose life is the ultimate crime. Left alone to do not exist, or are asking to come in peace from nothing. Total, that is we have to reassemble all. Why then so much the rodeo?
which overtook the country in luck, we share the lot, is a bankrupt country, in disarray. Some poor little remains of what once was. Thousands of abducted, killed thousands and thousands, millions of unemployed, millions of exiles, displaced millions, the country in ruins, ruined industry, justice in ruins, the future closed: that is what you touched them. The pity. They were worse than me.
And like me, one day I just had to go and that is why today I am speaking (live, so it seems), probably also have to be you, but we are not going to get anywhere because anything we need or we want.
A Colombian passport at an international airport terror case: "Who is? What come? What will? "Coke? Are you coming to stay? "No. We did not come into this world to stay. We came to pass as the wind and die. Sometimes the wind to go wreaking havoc and has a name: it is called Pablo Escobar, Miguel Rodriguez Orejuela is called, is called Carlos Castaño, is called Tirofijo, Gaviria called is called Samper, Pastrana called. Learn while you are going to put names to infamy.
When I was born I came here with a war between conservatives and liberals who swept the country and killed thousands. Today the war continues even changed actors: is everyone against everyone and no one knows who it was who killed who. Nor knows, nor care, or think it out, why for? What, if any murderer going to punish the country of impunity? If our president went on pilgrimage to Plains to embrace our first offender? as saying by the iniquity of that embrace: "Kill, theft, extortion, destruction, hijacking, but yes, do it fully to stay with what remains of Colombia!"
And here we go, through the streets of this country, bottling, and between dogs and abandoned children, the body sacándoles potholes, to bullets and government taxes and the FARC. But where are we going? Where is that try to get there are a lot and we do not support nor room for us. We have become a nuisance to others, to which we we're drinking water, breathing the air, polluted rivers, streets bottlers. The air is going to end, water will run out, the streets no longer reach and those rivers of Colombia fantastic when I was born alive, alive with fish, and also killed. Today Colombia's rivers are sewers that flow into the sea, a sewage drain.
not play that nobody gave them that right. Who could give? God? "God is so good and takes care of children and stray dogs that fill the streets Colombia? What to take! God does not work. With that on the seventh day he sat down to rest ... Children and stray dogs that fill the streets of Colombia, yes it takes is the Pope.
I have lived a desperate, and it seems to me that you are going to play live as well. And one day I had to go, without meaning to, and it makes me you guys are going to go play well. The fate of the Colombia of today is to go. Of course, unless they kill us. For those who do not dream to go to reach that have left because wherever they go Colombia will follow. Will follow as I have followed me, day after day, night after night, where I went, with his madness. Sometime this lived here ephemeral and unrepeatable elsewhere will accompany the death.
Fernando Vallejo. Bogota, Saturday, August 26, 2000
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