Commemorating the11th anniversary of the publication of The Butcher of Lyon
by Manuel Lasso
January 17, 2023
MILA & I
Flower & Fifth Ave. Hospital NYC
"It never rains in Southern California"
To be listened.
Hi son.
This song is very moving to me. It was fashionable when I arrived to this country.
When I went to Flower & 5th Ave Hospital where mom worked in the Surgical Cardiac ICU where they brought the patients after heart surgery to be taken care of. Your mom was the star nurse there. The most brilliant and the most courageous.
I was disconcerted because I had to learn a mountain of things all at once because
life had to continue. But your mom was my light. She also had traumas in her
country but had survived and in NYC she moved like a fish in the water by that time.
She had migrated five years before and was so acquainted with the system. She helped me regain all my confidence in life. This song was in fashion at that time. We listened to it all the time wherever we went. I used to tease her by saying: "It never rains in Southern California" and she replied jokingly to me saying: "But I left my heart in San Francisco" and laughed. What precious moments. To me these remembrances are alive and golden made. They will always be in my mind and in my words. As a matter of fact I would be very happy if those moments could exist again, with mom and I reliving the moment. Something that is impossible. But they can be remembered with great lucidity, as if it was alive, in the words of a biography so it could be read in the future. That is what I intend to do in the months of life that I still have ahead of me.
Greetings.
It never rains in Southern California... but girl don't they warn ya. It pours, man it pours...
Papa
GENOCIDIO
El genocidio es un crimen, establecido por el derecho internacional, cometido contra un pueblo por muchas razones, entre ellas el odio a una raza. Evitar y castigar el genocidio es un deber y una obligación de la comunidad internacional.
Genocide is a crime established by international law, committed against a people for many reasons, including
hatred of a race. Avoiding and punishing genocide is a duty and an obligation of the international community.
Manuel Lasso
January 13, 2023
CEMETERY OF LITERARY JEWELS
Haven't you ever walked through a Cemetery of literary jewels? Haven't you sunk your feet into the sandy soil of the graveyard, not knowing that beneath the surface, like archaeological remains, some golden jewels, inscribed with verses, similes and metaphors are buried?
CEMENTERIO DE JOYITAS LITERARIAS
¿No han caminado alguna vez por un Cementerio de joyitas literarias? ¿No han hundido los pies en el suelo arenoso del camposanto, sin saber que debajo de la superficie, como restos arqueológicos, se encuentran enterrados algunos alcorcíes de oro inscritos con versos, símiles y metáforas?
Así sucedió con los desdichados poemas de Emily Dickinson que estuvieron sepultados en el Panteón del Olvido por varias décadas, como si se tratase del tesoro extraviado de un naufragio milenario, hasta que alguien los rescató y los dio a conocer al mundo...
Así sucedió con los desdichados poemas de Emily Dickinson que estuvieron sepultados en el Panteón del Olvido por varias décadas, como si se tratase del tesoro extraviado de un naufragio milenario, hasta que alguien los rescató y los dio a conocer al mundo...
Manuel Lasso
December 30, 2022
"Joy of my heart, when are you coming?
To wipe my tears that never cease falling.
Dark-sunken eyes, humiliated by night,
Watching the night pass, with shred of fright".
From Elusive Life
by Milaflor B. Navarro
https://www.amazon.com/Elusive-Milaflor-Garcia-Barrera-Navarro/dp/0985877049
MANUEL LASSO AND HIS WIFE MILA WISHES YOU
A VERY
SUCCESSFUL 2023!
October 03, 2022
August 26, 2022
Boundless Homo sapiens, Neanderthals and Denisovans of all nations:
DON'T DESTROY THIS WORLD AND DO NOT MAKE WARS WITHOUT A TRASCENDENTAL REASON
Remember that you are only temporary occupants of this planet.
DON'T TRANSFORM IT INTO AN UNINHABITED PARADISE
THE FATE OF WARS
In 2013 I wrote this article as part of a Christmas message. It was later published by the Atunis Galaxy Poetry magazine. It recounts the possibility that two enemy armies, the British and the German, spontaneously decide to make a ceasefire to experience a moment of peace. Although their superiors are opposed to this reaction, the soldiers withdraw from the battlefield to continue a peaceful existence.
Recently, a short film appeared, made by German filmmakers, which has been awarded for its artistic quality and its clear message of peace. It narrates the meeting of two soldiers, one German and the other one, North American, in the middle of a military confrontation. To calm down, the American plays with his trumpet the well-known melody of Lili Marleen, which reminds the German that it is his song and the song of his wife, who is expecting a child. Then the two enemies cease their hostilities and shaking hands conclude that the carnage they are committing is something that should not be happening.
In these two works a message is sent indicating that the presence of wars at this time should be banned throughout the world because they bring us closer to the extermination of the human species without any transcendental reason.
Manuel Lasso
February 2022
WARS ARE NOT NEEDED
In the same way as the British and German soldiers made a cease fire to sing Stille Nacht (Silent Night) on the eve of December 25, 1914, in Ypres, Belgium, the armies at war today, at this very moment, dropping their rifles, would leave their trenches and with their muddy boots walk toward the opposite lines, despite of being within reach of the enemy artillery, to find themselves in the middle of No Man's Land and greet each other with a fraternal hug, to celebrate Christmas together, exchanging bottles of wine, whisky or vodka, presenting themselves, with a fraternal smile, cigarettes, Christmas trees, white candy canes and cups of hot chocolate, handing over their bayonets and pistols to be given to their children as memories of a war that never meant to be, telling about their families and taking photographs, embracing and being happy of making an impossible peace and if dawn would come and they would continue doing the same, wars would end. If the persistent men would remain on the battlefield, among wires and rubble, treating each other with kindness and respect, as mature and responsible human beings, talking about the tragedies of humankind and although officers from both sides would leave their trenches, with a whistle in their mouth, to approach their men, pushing them with a gun pointed at the sky and with fierce eyes ordering them to return to their places to continue the fight on behalf of the motherland, threatening to shoot them and promising court-martials and although their Generals would mercilessly bomb the place or release toxic gases over them, to force them to go back, the soldiers would not pay attention and would continue talking among themselves and leave the place, embracing as children do, speaking about the good wine and the wonderful food from their lands and about the loving women they left behind and the little children who waited anxiously for them behind their windows, these wars would not continue. And if all the soldiers who had died that day in defense of the country would come back to life and with their bloodstained uniforms, pale and bloodless, would join them to drink from a bottle of wine, rejoicing and participating in the fun, the war would not progress. However, as always, if resentment against the enemy, which all humans have, would persist, the conflict would continue alive. It is up to us, Homo Sapiens, to know that such possibility exists and that we are morally obligated to implement it. When we learn to do that, we will live in permanent peace.
Manuel Lasso
December 2013
In the same way as the British and German soldiers made a cease fire to sing Stille Nacht (Silent Night) on the eve of December 25, 1914, in Ypres, Belgium, the armies at war today, at this very moment, dropping their rifles, would leave their trenches and with their muddy boots walk toward the opposite lines, despite of being within reach of the enemy artillery, to find themselves in the middle of No Man's Land and greet each other with a fraternal hug, to celebrate Christmas together, exchanging bottles of wine, whisky or vodka, presenting themselves, with a fraternal smile, cigarettes, Christmas trees, white candy canes and cups of hot chocolate, handing over their bayonets and pistols to be given to their children as memories of a war that never meant to be, telling about their families and taking photographs, embracing and being happy of making an impossible peace and if dawn would come and they would continue doing the same, wars would end. If the persistent men would remain on the battlefield, among wires and rubble, treating each other with kindness and respect, as mature and responsible human beings, talking about the tragedies of humankind and although officers from both sides would leave their trenches, with a whistle in their mouth, to approach their men, pushing them with a gun pointed at the sky and with fierce eyes ordering them to return to their places to continue the fight on behalf of the motherland, threatening to shoot them and promising court-martials and although their Generals would mercilessly bomb the place or release toxic gases over them, to force them to go back, the soldiers would not pay attention and would continue talking among themselves and leave the place, embracing as children do, speaking about the good wine and the wonderful food from their lands and about the loving women they left behind and the little children who waited anxiously for them behind their windows, these wars would not continue. And if all the soldiers who had died that day in defense of the country would come back to life and with their bloodstained uniforms, pale and bloodless, would join them to drink from a bottle of wine, rejoicing and participating in the fun, the war would not progress. However, as always, if resentment against the enemy, which all humans have, would persist, the conflict would continue alive. It is up to us, Homo Sapiens, to know that such possibility exists and that we are morally obligated to implement it. When we learn to do that, we will live in permanent peace.
Manuel Lasso
December 2013
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