Fernando Castro is like an encyclopedia. If the power uses it for the people to learn, it's cool; but if it uses it to hit the people on the head, it can leave them without knowledge. And the blow to the head is calling the Foundation communist. And, in a way, a kind of cold Stalin to Fernando Gómez Aguilera, its director. All so as not to say that he is very ecological or, better said, more in the line of environmentalist Manrique. In reality, there is no word. Damn definitions. I don't like the one about art and nature, I find it hard to separate those things.
It is presumed that such a compendium of wisdom knows the difference between communism and environmentalism or, basically, the interest in protecting the territory. A question where neither capitalism nor communism were fine. By the way. If we go back with that thesis, we would come to the conclusion that the great communist was Jerónimo Saavedra, who was the one who brought out the great laws of protection of the territory that now bother his bosses so much, until the new land law arrived.
Is or was Mr. Saavedra a die-hard communist? It doesn't seem like it to me. It is true that at that time he mixed a little with them, but give him hell for that. Dare, man. Even closer, man, this Natural Park of the Islets, which those who send you have destroyed, was inaugurated by another pro-communist, a certain Juan Carlos. To whom I, if I feel like it, could say a couple of not very nice things and you wouldn't even raise an eyebrow. And, to him, those who send you give the reverence.
And I'm telling you now, because you told him in his moment of maximum royal splendor. Because I, as I am neither communist nor capitalist, but only a question, well, those ravings come out of me. And I just realized that even from that time I was only a question. I'm going to thank you for this. Everything has its useful side.
It seems that I am one of the few that is giving you the egg on your encyclopedic tour. For the rabbit flight. And now I'm going to tell you why. Write it down. For years I have been annoyed with Fernando Gómez, me and many others, healthy annoyance, because look, we thought that he was the intellectual who pulled more towards the artistic vein and slowed down the obligatory, in my opinion, belligerent part with the slaughterers of the territory.
And look, it turns out that I was quite confused with my theories. I also have my paranoias. Not so much anymore, art has healed me a lot. And the saltpeter, and the stones and the love. So I am going to end this with an apology to Don Fernando Gómez Aguilera. I couldn't see the character and the situations you had to deal with. And now you don't have to tell me much or little, he has only done it. And don't get cocky, you do get a little freaky sometimes. A hug. As Bogart would say, I sense Gómez Aguilera that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
You know, be careful with encyclopedias, because if they stick it in your head they can leave you without knowledge. And knowledge is the only thing that can lead you to consciousness, and consciousness to the big question. Why am I afraid of them? What is my house? Who am I? And you can't know why you're afraid of them if you don't open up to experiencing it.
There, from that fear, begins the longed-for freedom. Feel it, don't apologize to yourself, it's normal and natural. They are to be feared. Until it passes by feeling it and, then, life is different, it is new, it is fresh. It is Manriquean. The process is art, great art, whether it is a canvas, an island or a planet that has to be created. Living eating canvases or islands or planets is anything but art.
Who am I? Who writes this? How cool, it's all empty! There is no gravity. Even the baifo left me.
By Ginés Díaz Pallarés