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Nestor Flores Negras

I was doing the final corrections to what would be the November issue of Black Flowers when I learned of the death of Nestor Kirchner. The cold water that the news means I froze from head to toe, but mostly, I froze the ideas and the desire to continue.
Long all (who want to give him the sense of those words) and tacitly took the decision to leave the magazine as it was, to get the new number, so no correction or no out ever, I do not know, at such times, one does not can project too.
I went to the plaza. I was sad.
I know many do not understand, but we are a few who, at this loss, we feel a deep pain in the chest, the soul and heart.
Nestor was us, we was the guy who gave us back our faith, which made us believe again that politics is the best tool to build a future seriously, we did see that the dreams we had for utopias are possible and not far away, showed us the way we thought was lost, which taught us that fighting can and you can fight with joy, with a childlike smile invited us to follow, which showed us that it is healthier to give a hug to our Latin American brothers to give his ass to the powerful North that we are taking no lining or Vaseline so many years ago, which reminded us that memory was not rusty and that put mothers and grandmothers in place that should always have been.
Nestor, who dropped the boxes in the ESMA, which made the largest investment in education, science and technology in the history of the country, kicked him in the middle of the rising to the brothel in which we gave the ass always for nothing (FTAA), which dissolved the ill-fated Supreme Court Menem, who left us to Cristina. In short, we hope returned, he showed us the way and encouraged us to follow him without hesitation.
It is very likely that he did not understand before, do not understand now, but I do not, frankly, and without wanting to disrespect anyone, I do not care.
Nestor is no longer square but we were thousands and thousands ... and thousands. And seeing so many people, particularly many boys, many young people, talking politics with knowledge, believing with good reason, debate with respect and strength to fight, to continue ... I felt like a caress on the soul. Yes, Nestor is gone, but everything he taught us more alive than ever.
After midnight I went home, was still sad, yes, but I also knew, without looking in the mirror, my eyes had a new shine.
So I thought it was no time taking the start anything but to follow, with more forces, that it was time to fight, if not lukewarm, to put it to be placed, to mourn, to thank Nestor, to help Cristina, to make a better country, because it needs to be done. And so, from this humble place that touches us, and in record time, we made this special issue of Flores Negras, which, like Nestor, may be a bit ugly, messy and out of protocol, but for which we childishly proud.
Of course, I apologize in advance for any errors, misspellings and bad grammar, but this time not too long to correct there.
Hope you can enjoy this issue done with great effort.
Thank you all, really, thanks.



Source: Journal Publishing Flores Negras November 2010.