By Julio César García It is the kingdom of this world, deep exposure beat. In the gallery Soho photography of that proposal prevails today and so in New York ponders, in a valuable format, the real wonderful from the city of Matanzas.
Look at me, mother, and for your love do not cry: If slave of my age and my doctrines Your martyr heart filled with thorns, Think that they are born among thorns flowers. This is how José Martí expresses himself in his famous poem To my Mother, written on August 28th , 1870, when… Continue Reading »
A year ago I’d be writing about the survival of a nickname: Matanzas, the Athens of Cuba. By then, the unfortunate change of a lofty epithet for «sleeping city», «Athens of Cuba» or «The embarrassment of Cuba» would have taken greater resonance. But I prefer to raise now a barricade against this and stand up for what has not been invaded by cultural dream, which has resisted oblivion and to the bite of the errors that have ever died like that violin Titanic rescued after years of sinking.
The War of 10 years was over. Just a few small, isolated departures stubbornly resisted with patriotic anger the Hispanic lunges. Cubans, as Martí would say once, were not defeated, they had just let the sword down, hopeless mostly by fatigue and lack of resources that the wore down the patriotism of a bourgeoisie no longer able to lead the quest.
The reazon why Doctor Ramón Luis Miranda made in Matanzas a monument to honor his patient and friend José Martí, should be, perhaps, a very simple question. The physician who was based in New York, was born in the well known Athens of Cuba in 1839, and had very deep its hometown, like many of those from Matanzas who moved to Havana and later to the major European cities.