like you said once, "the urgent things leave no time for the important" almost forgot that day, that moment, you know Mario, when I cease to amaze me the things of this world, I read a poem of yours that surprised me, and I got off the Saturn was walking, here are the young the vision of the Great Mario Benedetti, on "What is left to the young?" Greetings Mario, wherever you are.
What remains to be proved
youth in this world of patience and disgust?
only "graffiti? "Rock? "Skepticism?
also say amen to them is not
not let them kill the love
regain her speech and utopia
be young without haste and with memory
placed in a story that is yours
not become old
premature
what they have left to prove to young people in this world
routine and ruin?
Cocaine? "Beer? "Hooligans?
are left breathing
eyes open
discover
horror roots of peace and invent
hard way is to be understood
with nature and with the rain and lightning
and the feeling and death
that crazy to do and undo
What is left to prove to young people in this world
consumption and smoke?
vertigo "? "Assaults? "Clubs?
also left them with God
discuss whether or not there exists
tender helping hands /
open doors between the heart itself and the outside /
especially are left to future
in spite of the mean of past
and rogue scholars present.
