MILITANCY
Movement "March 26"
my friends
Just two years ago we got together
do something
although not very much
in favour of the domestic country
the patient was so annoyed
at first we felt a warm fault
a kind of wet fever announcing a cold
because, of course, everyone was claiming their theory of grief.
Community misunderstanding in some way
few people by nature had torn their anger or their nostalgia for the sheath of the sword.
And the future kept the catastrophes behind their cloudy biomass.
The wages were low, but the forecasts were huge.
However, stockpiles and disturbances were already so stupid at the time that they did not have a guarantee.
approval of notices
crisis and the worst, as always happens
absences of occupants
That is, by indifference to indifference.
full of consciousness and barracks
and, consequently, many did not have to kill hunger.
And they just tortured hunger.
How happy we started two years ago!
to know how little we were
and unanimously assuming the disorder of the world and life
And he swore by the Bible or rather by the provisional rules of procedure.
We would never try to sort life and the world completely.
We'd only try to slow chaos down.
And that man deserves his punishments, but also his rewards.
and, above all, not to receive any reward or punishment beyond their creditor status
our brothers and sisters suddenly began to die.
And in the first access to anguish, we realized that we were unwilling to life without any choice but that.
to be robbed
death was no longer a child burned with napalmez and coca colaz in a demilitarized zone
a Vietnamese
from death, it was a winter here a bomb a pain here a shooting
A sadness barely noticeable by the back between the smoke of two hundred cigarettes.
one hundred thousand knots in your throat.
one afternoon we took our friends and lovers
The roof of the norther the diver
Santo Cemetery of No Forgotten
And then all the variants of the party and the party were over.
We had to think millimeter to millimeter on millimeter on the vast territory of the task.
It is clear that a people does not begin to be a people until each singular needs its plural.
until it feels like it
And precisely the need for plural led us to come together, to come together and to each other's faces and faces.
mutual fears and boldness
the result was not very abundant
but enough
It's not true that energy is plugged into sticks.
value is collected in small tablespoons
and yet, it suffices
and yet it is sufficient, but not excessively
as the old tordo was saying
after you beat your child
this method is perfect
but only for survivors
on the contrary, we learned that militancy
This word so often devoid of force by legends and speeches.
the marital status was as normal as normal
and collective as tyrants temblad
We realized that militancies are the alphabet of traditions.
but I had nothing but a love for the traditional
not possible
It's not time to celebrate victory yet
much less in the center of the plaza to drop pigeons
or to sound expectations and bells
not even to whistle on the melancholic tangles
by itself, there is a long way to live and die
to learn and unlearn a lot
History, as always, is full of virtuous feelings.
But instead, in the miserable suburbs of history.
filled with resignation stercolers
fighting with ideological scepts to slander
envy of the alien creature
with the plausible lies being told to cover up the truth
just two years ago we met
do something
although not very much
in favour of the domestic country
was so sick
fastidious
and if we've learned something in the end
we understand that hatred is not worth much
But much less worth forgiveness.
so that they know
honest
mediocre
and the bad guys
that from now on we go together, growing up, searching and even singing
it doesn't mean at all
forgive
elephant
a memory
There's militancy.
April 1973
MARIO BENEDETTI
(Translation: Aiora Jaka Irizar
** This poem is part of the 251 issue of Larrun, Recent Militancy Models in Unknown Scenarios.