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" AVANTI ALMA FUERTE! "

Through a friend I met in this magical virtual world, Irma Rivero, Sa FIRO in September, who dedicate all my love this post, I met a beautiful poem of ALMAFUERTE , and gave me the task of investigating about the author of such profound words.

"Pedro Bonus Income ACIO Palacios was born in San Justo, Buenos Aires (Argentina) on May 13, 1854. Very humble family, a lover of painting. Wrote under the pseudonym Almafuerte.

was devoted to education in the province of Buenos Aires, despite having no authorization certificate (which eventually cost him his job) during the administration of Sarmiento and his poems was removed contragobernantes of their work. Despite these drawbacks enjoyed great reputation for his writings published in newspapers. He worked for the newspaper the "People."

was also librarian and translator of the Directorate General of Stats in the same province. Did not want to accept any public employment, since it was very critical of those who lived at the expense of people's taxes. Highly revered by the youth, the National Congress received a pension for his work. But did not collect it, since the end of his life was already close.

died on February 28, 1917 in the city of La Plata, province of Buenos Aires. His compositions, which are called milongas, are preachy tone. Evangelical (1915) was the most representative of style. Main works: Lamentations (1906), Poems (1917), New Poems (1918), Milongas classical medicinal Sonnets Hail. Speeches (1919), all published after his death in 1917 in Buenos Aires. "

When I read the beautiful poem definitely thought about my father, and after reading the story of this remarkable poet, I knew both had much in common.

Sometimes I think being an idealist, just like my father and Almafuerte, I confess that sometimes criticize him for believing so strongly in their values \u200b\u200band defend them so strongly, costing the privilege of an economy better, to be recognized for his journalistic work, or gaining a seat for his work deserved.

What irony, apparently going down the same road, you may not get a good position in recognition of my preparation and work, both as a psychologist and journalist, perhaps not economically achieve a life of luxury at the expense of my values \u200b\u200band my professional ethics, and as I told a friend, may end up writing my column on the Internet in a hermit at home enjoying the company of my beautiful family.

interesting thing is that I can not understand at what point humans decided that the path of struggle and values \u200b\u200bof ideals and truth are not the right path to achieve the welfare and success in life, in all its aspects.

Maybe if I'm an idealist, and I am an idealist to keep my values \u200b\u200band not let me down, and demand the rights of my life and my person in all circumstances, as a mother, a woman, a wife, as professional, as a citizen.

's words resonate strongly Almafuerte poem in my head, and now I need to remember that I am very strong refer me to think well actually I am, and so will I, "If I fall down ten times, I wake up another ten, another hundred, another five hundred, it is not my fall so violent, with an obsession almost asinine to be strong. And I will not give up even defeated, and although I feel slave slave arremteré fierce and badly injured "

Avanti!
If you fall down ten times, you levantasotras ten

another hundred, others five hundred, not to be your fall so violent

nor, by law, must be so.

With great hunger that plants assimilate the humus

greedy,

swallowing the bitterness of the reproaches

formed the holy men and women.

Obsession almost asinine, to be strong,

nothing more needs child, and any

unhappy I reckon that mellan

gaffs luck ...

All are incurable curacinco seconds before his death!

Piu Avanti!
not give up, even up, do not feel

slave, even slave

trembling with fear, piénsate bravo,

and fierce blasts, and badly wounded. Ten

rusty nail tenacity

already old and mean, it becomes nail;

not stupid coward

turkey

it lessens their feathers at first sound.

should as the God who never cries;

or Lucifer, who never reads;

or as the oak,

whose greatness needs water, not begging ...

biting and avenging thunders,

and rolling in the dust, your head!

Molto piu Avanti!
The lovers tears pouring

on penalties than their sentences;

those who forget the sound of their chains

to iron out the other before;

Those who go by the delusional world

spreading their love with both hands,

fall under the weight of their good works,

dirty, sick, tragic, ... Leftovers!

Ah! Never want to remedy wrongs!

compassionate impulses never follow!

Hate hooks have always on

the eyes of the judge always awake!

And lie on the box of the dead,

belittles the cries of the living!

Avanti Molto piu ancora!
miserable world is a stage where everything is

stolid and feigned, where each host

keeps hidden his true self,

after the hit "Do not say your truth or the most beloved,

show no fear or the most feared,

do not think you have ever wanted

for more kisses love you have given.

Watch as the snow dissolves

apostrophe to the sun without your lip stiff,

how clouds forward

the desert without any anxiety that you trust ... Trema

as hell, but laugh!

live a full life, but dead!

Moltíssimo ancora piu Avanti!
If instead of the stupid panthers and ferrous

stupid lions

enclose two skinny guys went into that fragile

prison beasts,

would not lie

whole nights in the barn soft mattresses,

without hope and without reactions

placid as much as two clerks; What Napoleons

thoughtful, serious,

not the bloodthirsty tiger maula,

escrutarían every inch his classroom, looking

cracks, no keys ... Seas

who you are, you know

: to scrutinize the cracks in your cage!

My father

Almafuerte was, all his thoughts, feelings and actions are justified by the love of his life and spirit, because his greatest wish was for us a life nobly lived, and definitely a strong soul.

From now on I will repeat every day, as I always Irma express their beautiful wishes, and as I said my father in his valuable actions: Avanti! Mariluz, Avanti!

A kiss to all.

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