Golondrinas Jaime Suarez and . Written by Jorge Uribe Navarrete and published in The Nation the first days of November 1993. George died in January 2008 and be my tribute to you 15 years of your words.
Golondrinas Jaime Suarez and
Atypical was the funeral of Jaime Suarez Bastidas on Saturday, the Metropolitan Cemetery, to the magical sounds of traditional Mexican farewell song "Las Golondrinas" His remains were met with his beloved .
I met him in 1969, amid the vicissitudes of the campaign of Salvador Allende. I worked as his subordinate when he was the Prime Minister Secretary General of the Popular Unity government. He soon was in charge of Minister of Interior. In 1973 it was Senator of the Republic.
and began the great drought. Jaime left the country covered by the generous protection of Peru. Then, serving as commissioned by the Socialist Party, lived in Moscow and Berlin.
Eventually went to Mexico, a nation in which he was happy to the degree that his affection for that country became a passion. And there we became friends, blighted by the nostalgia for the distant homeland and prostrate renewed affection upon return.
Just days before he died he called me to urge me to read an article he wrote in La Nacion, which referred to the "amate plant "which is the Mexican geography, a color cast that penetrates the soul.
loa In each paragraph, Suarez recalled the old Mexican legend says that at night, in some deserted plains of the State of Morelos, where the wind blows between the trees, hear the galloping horse of Emiliano Zapata, continues its fight to correct social injustices.
In a flash of rebellion, Jaime pointed out that the same horse should ride on ... but in Chile, mainly due to the crowded streets of San Miguel.
reminisced in stale conversations often the last decade of our Socialist Party where we share years of hope and struggle, triumph and emotion, loss and persecution, to arrive until after those dull, tasteless, colorless.
Why have I not taken over the wisdom of the teacher!
I'll never know, although I sensed on Saturday, while listening to mariachis sing over his grave, I will be hard to forget.
Golondrinas Jaime Suarez and
Atypical was the funeral of Jaime Suarez Bastidas on Saturday, the Metropolitan Cemetery, to the magical sounds of traditional Mexican farewell song "Las Golondrinas" His remains were met with his beloved .
I met him in 1969, amid the vicissitudes of the campaign of Salvador Allende. I worked as his subordinate when he was the Prime Minister Secretary General of the Popular Unity government. He soon was in charge of Minister of Interior. In 1973 it was Senator of the Republic.
and began the great drought. Jaime left the country covered by the generous protection of Peru. Then, serving as commissioned by the Socialist Party, lived in Moscow and Berlin.
Eventually went to Mexico, a nation in which he was happy to the degree that his affection for that country became a passion. And there we became friends, blighted by the nostalgia for the distant homeland and prostrate renewed affection upon return.
Just days before he died he called me to urge me to read an article he wrote in La Nacion, which referred to the "amate plant "which is the Mexican geography, a color cast that penetrates the soul.
loa In each paragraph, Suarez recalled the old Mexican legend says that at night, in some deserted plains of the State of Morelos, where the wind blows between the trees, hear the galloping horse of Emiliano Zapata, continues its fight to correct social injustices.
In a flash of rebellion, Jaime pointed out that the same horse should ride on ... but in Chile, mainly due to the crowded streets of San Miguel.
reminisced in stale conversations often the last decade of our Socialist Party where we share years of hope and struggle, triumph and emotion, loss and persecution, to arrive until after those dull, tasteless, colorless.
Why have I not taken over the wisdom of the teacher!
I'll never know, although I sensed on Saturday, while listening to mariachis sing over his grave, I will be hard to forget.
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