Missing 80's

"Nostalgia is an human sentiment. I remember when in the end of the 90's year, a little before of the millennium, people felt the 70's nostalgia. Women and men were dressed in clothing of the "sexy time", 70's parties were in the world, films (such as boogie nights), music and inspiration is based in the psychedelic and disco time.

Precisely in the 90's, people said that 80's are not good years to remember. Bad music, horrible wear, bad films, bad vogue... and several reasons to forget the Reagan years. There was a feeling against the 80's strong, because 80's were very hard years. Since 1980, in some aspects, the dreams of the humanity are finish. No more moon trips, no more "georgeous" girls and really parties, no more sensual and scandalous wear and the "feeling" in the films, music and arts can be reduced with ironic sentiments of bad taste and moodiness.

Now, I am surprised. 80's come back and the pop and material world is in the mind of the people. I think that in I'm largely a victim of the 80's, and now, unfortunately, some governments are nostalgia of the decadent final of the cold war.

However, all was not bad. I think in many people that are saved the 80's time. Scientists made technological innovations (sometimes disturbing) that allow to build the great 90's year, these years are the glorious space shuttle trip years, revolutionary creations of artists allow to give a place to the "urban art", the Spanish rock is placed in my country (finally, after years of battles) and people began to be more human, with the fear of the inevitable astonishing panorama of the end times, with the millennium.

Today, with the dead of Michael Jackson is possible to bury a time. Finally, we can leave the 80's rest in peace. In the great tomb of the past and the time, like the Egyptian Pharaoh that repose in their pyramid, to be forget... to be remember one more time, but each time less."

Pensamientos de Independencia

" Es imposible no pensar en una fecha como esta, en todos los momentos de efervescencia y calor, ocasiones únicas en las que el miedo condeno a unos pocos como insurgentes, en 199 años de historia.

Hubiera podido mejor pensar en algo mas feliz, como únicamente en aquel 20 de julio de 1810, o en otro contexto, en un 20 de julio de 1969..., pero como hacerlo cuando la nostalgia por lo que nunca fue... y por lo que puede ser, hace que el corazón retumbe al son de los tambores lejanos, que son mezclados ahora electrónicamente por extranjeros que como pasa con nuestros recursos naturales, nuestras mujeres y nuestros demonios, reconocen su riqueza y valor (y de paso se enriquecen con ello).

Es entonces, cuando recuerdo todos los momentos de efervescencia y calor que se dejaron escapar y se dejan escapar, oportunidades únicas - como gritaría ante cientos de santafereños aquella tarde de miércoles de 1810 el Tribuno del Pueblo - y que al final sumergieron a muchos a los calabozos, grillos y cadenas, muchas veces mentales, muchas veces al duro y triste precio del olvido.

Esta tarde, pienso en el valor de la Independencia. En toda la sangre derramada por construir una nación, en todos aquellos que en diferentes lugares del mundo se colocaran muy seguramente la camiseta amarilla (o azul o roja dependiendo del bolsillo y estrato), en aquellos que buscaran hacer la fiesta... Me pregunto que pensaran muchos allá, antes de asistir al desfile militar..., que pensaran de la soberanía e independencia mientras las tropas gringas se instalan en lo que llaman "su país", sera que sentiran la misma pasion mientras son bombardeados con glifosato algunos de sus compatriotas y otros esperan a ver que queda por ahí tirado del desfile para no morirse de hambre?

Quizás sea yo quien agüé la fiesta hoy, pero asi como cuando uno celebra su propio aniversario y ve hacia atrás, para sentirse satisfecho o triste y recordar lo que hay que aprender antes de seguir adelante..., miro hacia atrás para saber hacia donde quiero ir ahora, para saber con quien puedo ir y con quien puedo construir. Recuerdo a los olvidados, a los que no están conmigo. A aquellos que comprendieron y comprenden que la patria es un proyecto... que se construye con dignidad y valentía, que la República de Colombia no es una finca y que la libertad no puede estar junto al orden, sino junto a la justicia."

14/07/1789 - 14/07/2009

"La température monte a 32 dégrées aujourd'hui. Aussi c'est mardi comme il y a 220 années. La crise économique est suivi des réunions des états généraux, associations et des actes symboliques ou directes contre le "establishment" par des citoyens. Il y a la peur, mais aussi la espoir, le besoin de construire, mais aussi de détruire tout ça qu'est l'ancien régime.

Aujourd'hui malgré ça il y a la fête, la fête du peuple. J'imagine que aussi à la fin de soir de 14 juillet 1789 autant que la Bastille brûle et en illuminant le ciel parisien, la foule a fêté. Au même moment, autres femmes et hommes, depuis ses fenêtres ou depuis les rues auront dans eux, le sentiment que juste, a partir de ce moment, jamais le temps sera comme avant, il y aura des choses a détruire... et autres à construire. Même eux pourront se détruire dans le chemin... au fin de compte une nation ne se développe pas dans une seule nuit.

Jamais, comme avant, j'ai compris la fragile frontière entre la révolution et le terrorisme. Jamais comme avant, j'ai compris comme l'humanité à besoin des révolutions pour se en sortir des ces propres crises, pour évoluer, mais aussi, jamais comme avant, j'ai compris la peur de changement, le coût aussi.

Aujourd'hui, je ferrai la fête un peu avec mes amis français. J'imagine que peut être un jour, le peuple en Colombie pourra faire sa fête..., et pas uniquement les militaires et les privilèges comme toujours... juste ils ont une unique soir de fête en 1810..., peut être sera le jour, quand la terreur arrive à sa fin, comme a passé en France depuis longtemps... et ça recommencerai une nuit quand les femmes et les hommes comprennent que une nation de se construit pas pour une personne, pas dans une nuit... et il faut détruire et construire beaucoup.

Il fait très chaud... je pars pour la fête maintenant.... "

The Difficult Task to Write, Read and Criticize"

"I needed several days to write the first post of July. Normally, some ideas appear in my mind and write is not a complicated task. But, may be for the activity in these days is very hard.

Precisely, now I think that is interesting to write about the hard work that is to write and translate ideas and abstractions in words. Independently of the language or way, the construction process of concrete discourses is not easy for many people. I think that is because often, when we were children, adults have learned us to be in silence.

Shut up! , don't cry!!, don't yell, does not laugh!! , happily, I think that it would be worse..., adults could say me does not think!!!. I don't not how is nowadays. But, the children of my age are now adults, and I am scared that my generation says the same sentences.... and adds the prohibition to think or to feel (... or the fear to do it).

I have a problem to say everything what I feel. And to write correctly everything that I can make specific. Since 80's year I write..., but always I have problems with the ends. Often I have problems to read my words..., if I re-read an own text, the probability to publish my ideas is negative. May be the exercise of this blog is possitive because sometimes I review my posts and I correct. Sometimes non-follower friends (now, I only two official-registered followers but a dozen of people read me) are the courage of correct-me. These are other important points: the impossibility to make an auto-critic or to accept a critic.

The postgraduate cycle that I'm finishing now (or almost I hope that it will be sooner), learn-me to make more auto-critic and to write more. Also, the fact that I am in France allows to me to make more criticism ;-) ... but with a responsible criteria. It is to say, with arguments.

This posibility of criticism action is in two ways..., I receive different points of view about my contributions, actions, works, researches and my own positions. I have the possibility to discuss too. And I can confess that in the beginning is hard... they are fear, frustration (may be rage?), inclusively by the more simple comments. Today, if I don' receive a criticism, I am worried.

Then, finally I could write this post. The first post of July, in an excellent summer French time.... and I hope that you can write-me your criticism words... without take into account the language... but yes your deep necessity to express you".