spring and September is the month I was born. Horoscopes paint it blue and dreams and say that the natives of Virgo are very romantic, impractical, yet idealistic, daring ...
But in the misty, gray morning of 5 September 1972, going down very early in my apartment student in the district of La Victoria, Lima, broke into my soul Septembrina charm against a newsstand.
VICTOR JARA WITH CHILDREN. But his voice died away and destroyed her singing.
headlines and photographs of hooded and police reported the kidnapping of eleven members of Israel's Olympic team in Munich, Germany, the main stage of the twentieth edition of the Olympic Games.
The outcome could not be more cruel killing of 11 Israeli athletes, five of the eight criminal and a German policeman. Communications technology was beginning to take the giant leap for mankind experienced in the past 50 years.
That tragedy against humanity was seen around the world through television.
years passed such a frenetic pace that ended too soon with my youth and put me in this unexpected and sudden fall season of my life.
APOCALYPSE TODAY. The man against man
Far, far was at the time of waiting for me to imagine that even more black September.
On 11 September 1973, conservative groups and anti-democratic power in Chile, in collusion with U.S. imperialism, launched a vicious criminal zarpaso with Augusto Pinochet at the head and bled the Chilean people, blood and frustrating Fire the democratic project that promoted socialist Salvador Allende in the midst of a storm of contradcciones of friends and strangers.
On the morning of 11 September 2001, there was the deadliest terrorist attack in the past and ruthless times. The mighty twin towers of New York's financial center were literally pulverized by two hijacked planes.
worked in those skyscrapers thousands of human beings as a busy bee hives in huge!
Another plane caused enormous damage to the Pentagon and a fourth hijacked jet fell into a wasteland landscape killing all occupants.
dark and desolate Tonight September 11, 2009 I do not want re-write a long and sad story, I only ask permission to exhale this sorrowful song:
are two onces
two September
inhuman ...
two wounds incurable
rivers of blood and pain
Victor Jara's hands
destroyed his people
New York Dreams
uprooted forever
Oh America!
Woe Eden!
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