Dear friends:
After nine days of hospitalization in the clinic Jorge Piñeros Corpas, Arturo is definitely of this world goodbye on Saturday October 7 at 11:00 PM. On Thursday of last week with a faint voice, told me: "write a message and tell my friends about my health situation," adding "thank them the gesture of solidarity in honor of the Teatro La Candelaria. " The delicate state of health was worsening day by day, I had time to warn them. I know many of you have heard from friends or in the newspaper on the internet. Arturo
entered the clinic on September 28 to undergo intravenous chemotherapy. The expensive drug, Glivec, which we place so much hope in him, so acute state of illness contributed nothing, rather brought despair. Since Tuesday afternoon began a tough process for Arthur because his body broke a multisystem failure. On Friday night he was revived and on Saturday we accompanied minutes a minute until the end. At 10:45 pm his daughter Paloma was dismissed, and in the next fifteen minutes we accompany Olga Restrepo, his second wife, and me.
Our dear friends, I was the love of life was a great human experience sharing with him, knowing the man, the intellectual with deep convictions. The great task henceforth is to measure the great legacy he left behind Arturo Alape and this task would have you.
big hug for you on the mountain and the river that Arthur used to send. Katia
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ARTURO ALAPE
For Isaiah G. Peña
http://apuchayas.blogspot.com/2006/10/arturo-alape.html Monday, October 9, 2006
thank Carlos González Gómez casa_de_citas1992 @ yahoo. is sending text (Oct. 12/06)
I had great trouble learning to tell Arturo Alape, because he always told by your name: Carlos. But once, indirectly, I wondered why I could not tell as already included in his many books. And now he had learned to tell Arthur, has died. He died on 8 October, as if to commemorate the death of Che Guevara. You can be laughing and be proud. His devotion to the revolution of the new man was always non-transferable. We met at the beginning of the decade of 70, founded the Red Dot group of literary and political, taught me what was the membership in the Communist Party, Red Dot magazine did, we managed to take several books with the imprint, then we separated a little, among other things because of his exile, he did some interviews and wrote some articles about their stories that were published in national and provincial press, and then life and faith in a more just future for man, kept us together until her death because of a leukemia faced for more than a decade.
I have known him to Cuba in 1976, since 1975, when he was sworn of the Casa de las Americas Prize, I take with Roberto Fernandez Retamar.
His books are many and important, literature, testimony, history. And never forget his obsession with a teacher for the socialist revolution, for a democracy that we have ever had in the country, its intolerance attacks, which always orchestrated with his strong irony, with its black humor, the only permissible arrogance: the popular will.
Today in painful departure, three of his four wives was fired, and his son Manuel and his daughter Paloma, with inconsolable crying: Olga Restrepo, Olga Garcia and Katie, she bore him in his last exile and his long agony. Teresa, his first wife, had said goodbye to him on Friday October 6, before traveling to Cuba.
The ritual was secular, with a text written for the occasion by himself, in the words of his friends and with a batch of boleros performed by the Sonora Matancera.
The death of Charles, Arthur, I was impressed, and I was overwhelmed the terror of knowing that the memories we shared, now hopelessly divided. The river can not be returned, is what I feel. And I get the fear.
not thought of it in San Jose del Guaviare, where Benhur received, at breakfast time, the news from Sara. I knew I had to die because his fight had been long and intense. Today it is the story of our past, we had in common from when young tried to build the country, which has split. Who will use to ask about things that happened around us? The misfortune of time is the forgetfulness, that they he wanted to put coordinates in many of his books.
And I cheated because I thought back to save again, as so often before, after their transfusions. Must see him next week, and with his death and oblivion will take care of us. (That's why I cry.)
posted by Isaiah @ 10:28 PM
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