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photo: MARIO VARGAS LLOSA

Mario Vargas Llosa , signing autographs after the presentation of his novel Paradise en la otra esquina en la versión traducida al alemán, Das Paradies ist anderswo, en el auditorio central del centro cultural Literaturhaus (Casa de la Literatura) en Múnich, mayo 2004.

“Ése fue mi primer contacto con el paisaje de la costa peruana, de infinitos desiertos blancos, gray, blue or red depending on the position of the sun, and secluded beaches with ocher and gray buttresses

of the range appearing and disappearing sand dunes. A landscape that later I always accompany abroad, as the most lingering image of Peru. "

(De : The Fish in the water. Memoirs, 1993 ).

MARIO VARGAS LLOSA

Nobel Prize for Literature, 2010.

More: http://www.mvargasllosa.com/

... the Peruvian coast.

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THE GREAT THEATRE OF THE WORLD ROBERT

Madrid - In the beautiful neighborhood where houses are the great poets of the English Golden Age - Lope de Vega, Cervantes, Quevedo, a commemorative plaque on the streets of León recalls a place, a sort of circle-today we would say a "space" - where they gathered in the nineteenth century merchants, intellectuals, writers, politicians, coffee, journalists, businessmen .. . In those rooms ran about politics and art, it is business, projected speculation or literary magazines or crumbled and formed groups of all kinds, leading cultural, economic or ideological interests. Above all, they talked and talked.

That place, as pointed out the stone, has a name, Mentidero of Representatives: a place where people speak but not too much deference to the truth, a place where it lies. For free general admission and even formalized in the recording, conversation, entertainment and special treatment and social discussion identified with lies, and the temple where they develop cultural rites is by definition the place where it will lie (...)

plate Perhaps the place you want to remember that social representation is a theater and which, as taught by the great Baroque poets who lived in those streets, everyone is a theater that happens can refer, as one or another religious faith, a truth that transcends and yet not be taken to the letter not too seriously. Those who lie, says the name of the circle, are mostly the "representatives", anyone that claims to represent something (who cares if a company, an ideology, an institution) and so go and talk-presumed-not intended to speak for himself but by someone or something else. And when you think about your name sometimes things change little, as if you were the spitting image or counterpart of yourself, an actor playing a role with your name and replaces the real person, and double that in a film roll's most dangerous scenes and fall of the horse in place of the protagonist.

Modernity has made it increasingly universal and impossible to time this representative role and made it impossible to write poems addressed to the glory of the king or president of the republic. We always feel disgusted when we found instead, when we speak on behalf of a school, a party, a church, a philatelic association of soldiers or philosophers, perhaps of a State, at the same time we realize we're almost always instead, that we can not talk often, in our name, indeed, we have forgotten what that voice has alleged real "I" that we hear less and less to express through our words (in officers and the particular circumstances) in the debates and panel discussions at conferences or in public speeches.

tavern In that we are more or less everyone. We try to avail ourselves as we can between the lies that range and burst free of tragedies, like soap bubbles. The chatter that resonates around is a good medicine sometimes mundane, it's like a hangover, a murmur that covers the crunch of time passing and dampens the awareness of pain and emptiness. How did the great poets of world theater living in these neighborhoods, the truth may be painful, as nerve pain and has to be asleep. The truth, said another great English baroque writer, Gracian can be dangerous, because it is a bleeding in the heart.

IN Mentidero "(November 25, 1998), Claudio Magris , THE INFINITE TRAVEL

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Goodbye, St. Philip the great ride, / which lowers or raises the greyhound Turkish / like in the Gazette of Venice, leo. Journey to Parnassus Miguel de Cervantes.

Mentidero of San Felipe in La Puerta del Sol

"Mentidero Madrid / tell us who killed the count ?..., words circulating in that brilliant century of time and dwindling glory attributed to Gongora and purpose of that illustrious Villamediana ( Count of the aforementioned verse) that "itch so high" probably reached a desired glory in the best years of his life.

the gossip were meeting places of idle people Madrid. There matched all types of people and live, gentlemen, sopistas students (those in the sopa boba ), cutting gallants, comedians, beggars ... It was therefore necessary space to listen to rumors and disseminate or share vivencias.Con the appearance of cities and population growth, the public square recovers Roman agora function and form these gossip where rumor creates state of opinion and sometimes are intended to serve as a trigger for major events. In these "gatherings to outdoor public and private is aired daily and which powder expands to all corners of the city.

There were three famous gossip in the Madrid de los Austrias: "Palacio slabs ( near the Royal Palace, where rumors were spreading political, diplomatic and military), "Steps of San Felipe" (La Puerta del Sol corner of Calle Mayor, rather than poets, priests and soldiers) and "Representative" or hangout for comedians, in the Atocha street, where people huddle did theater.

"... instead of idle and worship of all sorts of gossip and backbiting that were in Madrid. The main ones were three, and among them, San Felipe, Palacio slabs of Representatives, the the steps of the Augustinian church of San Felipe, between Post Street, Mayor and Espartero, was the busiest ... Since that kind of box people could see passing and carriages, and also walk and run in a circle Departed. San Felipe was the most vibrant and bustling place in Madrid, its proximity to the building of e-Estafeta ... and the fact dominate the main street of the city, made it crossed vast gathering where views and gossip swashbuckling soldiers gossiping clerics, thieves were busy bags and wore the poetas.Lope wit, Don Francisco de Quevedo and the Mexican Alarcón, among others, frequented the tavern. Any news, rumor, or lie there released, rolled a ball to be multiplied by a thousand, and nothing escaped the languages \u200b\u200bof all known, wearing the pure from the King to the last villain in their cliques ... Discutíanse affairs of Flanders, Italy, India with the severity of a Council of Castile, repetíanse jokes and epigrams, was covered with mud honor of the ladies, actresses and cuckolded husbands, were engaged to brickbats bloody Count Olivares, narrábanse softly amorous adventures of the King ... was, in short, instead amenísimo and sparkling, the source of ingenuity, innovation and gossip.

Captain Alatriste, Arturo Perez Reverte

time has passed for all these places, gossip of Lost Steps, whose words are gone with the wind washed by the tide of history. He has spent time with his vertigo and his gentleness and people still need to meet to, inter alia, represent arguments and anecdotes, spreading rumors and misunderstandings that resemble those of old gossip.

As Claudio Magris says "the truth can be painful, as nerve pain and has to be sleeping": something like the great theater galaxy of infinite cliques and alienated steps of this our brand new century.