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May 17: Remembering a poet - Achilles Nazoa
Today May 17 ninety years of the birth of Achilles Nazoa, Venezuelan poet, humorist, born in Caracas in 1920y died in Valencia in 1976.
was a poet of simple words that made each time a humorous poem.
love with their land. There are many poems he left and each is steeped in good humor. Nothing escaped him even the recommendations by the time of his death. In a mixture of humor and truth, and he wrote to his wife:
Love, When I Die
Love, when I die do not dress as a widow,
sacudiéndote and cry like someone sneezes,
or suffer "tantrums" that alarmed the neighborhood,
buy or to prevent drops of Carmen.
not sit next to my mortuary drawer
using your sisters as pew;
and when someone, beloved, close to give condolences,
you do not open their arms in an attitude of let's kiss!
Become, beloved, blind as a güelefrito
rule on, watching, I've been just the same.
Become
And you do not hear or understand or see
when any comment that seems impossible.
Love, when I die do not dress in widow
I want to be a dead as Neruda;
and
therefore, beloved, do not mourn or cry:
That is for the dead Julio Florez style!
not happen to you, beloved, be the great "weeping"
every time you announce it was a crown
but not go out of indiscreet
to pry the name with card.
Do not cry, dear, you take me
and that without me you stay as in "I drink and I"
or go to get, his voice torn
to disclose details of my private life.
Love, when I die do not do what all;
not copy their style, do not repeat their fashions:
That
mists of oblivion though my name is extinct,
at least the world knows I was a different dead
Remember
a poet who even in death, brings joy and good humor is to pay a fitting tribute. You always remember him as the wanted, like a dead style Pablo Neruda and not Julio Flores. Nelly
Guerrero
