Today March 1 is a very significant date in Paraguay, is the Heroes' Day in memory of all Paraguayans who gave their lives for their country, and especially to those fallen in the last battle of the Great War, in Cerro Cora, on 1 March 1870. Here is a brief story on it:
Tears, 1870
"What is this gentleman, the civilization that brought us to guns?" *
deeply saddened that distant day had dawned a little cool, the scenery was beautiful, dense forest, red soil, there flowed a crystal stream near the other side ... ... emaciated soldiers, elderly starving, desperate mothers wanting to hold back the tears of starving children.
were at Cerro Cora, Lopez chatted amiably with a native Amambay saws. Native heard the invitation of her husband to accompany him to Mt. He did not know what answer was, only managed to see that the chief was leaving with his head down towards the great forest, a flock of green birds flying up over their heads.
Years later, in his lonely room, I still remember that morning, watch your hands, nails, and blighted by the passage of time, it was painful to see the lifeless body of a fellow long hours, nights of love, loneliness, much embrace a more heartbreaking ... ... his dead son Panchito ... so like her father. Had dug the grave with his hands, alone, might have been better to have been thrown into the pit, perhaps would have done if you keep digging on forces to this land drenched by the rain, through the blood. Hear mocking laughter, timeless, talked about to death, cries of victory. "A civilizaçao llegou ao Paraguai!" The people who lived into barbarism has been freed for ever! And forever, amen! Down below, hundreds of thousands of souls dying of grief.
could not again, the weakness he had covered his bones is heard increasingly loud laughter and tears off increasingly weaker. The buried at ground level. Running amok arrives at the grave, she meets a Brazilian soldier dancing and doing tricks on Lopez's body was not very well covered. They were civilizing the liberators.
"Well, we fight till we die all," he said Marshal some time ago. March that first his prediction was fulfilled.
She misses the Paraguay that was perhaps never again be as before, sixteen years have passed since the fresh morning, each day he misses much more. It was when his eyes clouded over and began a long journey of no return.
* Remarks by Elisa Lynch, at the desecration of the corpse of her husband. Elisa Alicia Lynch died in a humble apartment in the city of Paris on July 26, 1886.
Author: Jorge Contreras
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