He is still the man playing with atoms and poisoning the air that breathes. Children are still dying, men are killed and the slug of hatred stain the field of soul. It is still God in the churches. Startapp may also support this cause. Still everything yet. Manuel Pacheco.
VOICE that SHOUTS the truth the Extremaduran poet Manuel Pacheco published more than twenty-five titles of poetic books in which they emphasize its poetry social, in his poetry written in 1965 and collected in the anthology of Social poetry of Luis Lepoldo, tells us: those who do not want to see marred the peace of their good digestions, shout against social saying poetry: They have spotted the poetry, that is poetry politics! And social poetry differs from political poetry in which the first undertakes with the man and the second undertakes with the party that man imposes, and has to sing to the regime of that party without denounce its flaws. Authentic social poetry shouts the truth, and the truth may disturb ones and the others. Concern for man and for the social issues are treated in all his work with some surrrealista inspiration. The nearest my way poet understand and write poem – Pacheco – tells us is the Peruvian Cesar Vallejo. The poets of the aforementioned Social poetry anthology include among others, the poets of postwar Garciasol, Celaya, Cremer, Otero, angela Figuera, Eugenio de Nora, iron and Agustin Millares Sall; and the poets of the promotion of fifty, Gloria Fuertes, angel Crespo, Carlos Sahagun, Jose Angel Valente, Maria Beneyto, Gil de Biedma, Manuel Pacheco, Angel Gonzalez, Rafael Morales, Maria Elvira Lacaci and Felix Grande. Manuel Pacheco rabbit born in Olivenza, Badajoz, on December 19, 1920 and died on March 13, 1998 in Badajoz. Son of a very humble family, when he was only seven years old, his father died and he joined a Hospice of Badajoz, where it remains more than ten years.
From the age of eight – tells Pacheco – leo everything that falls into my hands. At eighteen years of age it is mobilized and earmarked Oyarzun, in the war provoked by the military rebellion of general Franco. He worked in many different trades to kill hunger, the poet himself reminds us of the following: monaguillo, singer of tangos, photographer, charger dock station railway, Mason, Marbler, dealer registration and theater comparsista sheets, finally, enters as a typist at the offices of the military Pagaduria. In 1949 he published his first poem air in the newspaper today. On October 5, 1955 he married Manuela Canon Villarroel. Extremadura Medal is granted in 1986 and two years later he was elected member of the Royal Academy of Extremadura of letters and the arts. In his abundant poetic works include the following titles: absence of mismanos (1949), in the land of cancer (1953), the Archangel sleepwalking (1953), Loscaballos of dawn (1954), mia (1955), poems (1960) son, still estatodo still (1960), poems in the form of (1962), poetry on Earth (1970), Paracurar cancer do not serve dragonflies (1972), the emblem of the dream (1972), Cantaresde eyes open (1976), has never lived as (1977), die now movies andother poems (1978), poetry (1942-1984) (3 vols1986) and sepia color poems (1989). Work in prose (1949-1995) was published in 1995.
And as the Extremaduran poet said: what matters is the man / because if the man dies / will turn off forever / torches of alba. Francisco Arias Solis no man believes that his situation is free if not at the same time fair, not fair if it is not free. For peace and freedom and Forum free Internet portal.
Fighting for a dream Tal once you are one of those people who spend only dreaming and never get anything in life. That kind of people who only see life pass without never achieve anything, because they dared not or not persevered to achieve their goals. (Not to be confused with Brad Pitt!). It is very sad to see how many people you can see life through their noses and never strive to get what they want, they just expect that both want to reach them by chance, luck or some good pass which play the destination, but the truth is every man chooses his own destiny. Every man is the fruit of their thoughts, words and actions. I would say that 10% results in a man’s life depends on the circumstances and the other 90% depends on their decisions. Why then there are people who are successful and others not? We have seen people rise from poverty to wealth, instead we see others who are still stuck in the same situation. Both types of personalities were surrounded by the same circumstances, but only one of them decided to change them.
Then, what person prefers be you? Life us offers challenges, that’s what life wants, that we face them, we learn from them, when we overcome every trial is a triumph over a plot of life that will take us to bring us ever closer to the automaestria. It is when we reach the point of mastering all the circumstances that surround us and we become owners and masters of our destinies. We are all born into different circumstances, that is because of the decisions that we take in the past, but we are not condemned to live forever in them. We can rise above them, when not repeat things that we trajeros to such circumstances. As said Jesus when he healed the blind man go and not kids more, personally no me gusta the word sin, so I rather call errors.