AN ARTICLE OF ROLANDO MANCILLA TEENS ON (Rolando Mancilla's audiovisual communicator based in the region of Magallanes)
As a citizen more than honest, perhaps in no wise, and from this Republic and two hundred year old, I turn on the paths in which our teens go today, these human groups as identified in its breadth and particularism. Very specifically, I wind up this tongue of mine from a few annotations that a group of young leaders, taken them very gracefully, so in a regional press gazette regarding an issue purely of contingency. I do not want, shall we say, go deal on the form and content of the issues raised by them, I do not care. Less than dwell on what you mean, sketch or just gasp, by way of who knows what perspective. Rather, and deep affection with which you can put things, and to our fledgling society to dialogue (because of intolerance, fear and ninguneo are daily bread), I address a question of his confusing, though perhaps not so much: how adolescents are taking things for living .
Dante in his Convivio Il said that adolescence is a time of life characterized by smoothness. It will also be benevolent, friendly. It comes out well given behavior to obedience, ie there are any signs of ob-ediencia, ob audire, hearing, listening. But there is a "passion" leadership across this age: the shame. She opens a prelude to redeem us from falling to first in the men's living complex and women. In this space before that prompted creation or not, are donated reverence, withdrawal, reflection (essential elements of any noble spirit), of course, their opponents too. What shame can pose to the development of both reason and also the corporate (which is beauty and slenderness in the youthful days), in order to produce meaning from what the outline offers today happens to be the opposite. Right, has been busy this "effective" threshold, a praxis of arrogance, dull and rusty logical ideal, mocking expressions, true gunshots into the air, semantically so violent towards otherness deployed. Perhaps we ask, a request biased, a carefully on what are the things in life, history, the mutual event dispensing the sky, the terroir, the divine and human. Which will walk haste shameless promiscuous mannose which everything flows. Fail to be collected on them and drain already shamelessly, are inexcusably out advertising.
In part, some teens ours, and deprive me not to comment, if not as soft and shy, less will be eighteenth-century dramas, pained romantic woes, symbolic essayists. They came in, I think, if today a pathetic snobbery chic and automated surface. Do nothing to take the world over again, with a hint of arrogance nuisance. Their only restraint is shown in nothing intentional. Go from being as terrible acts of aesthetics, which heralds dull pastiche. What to say about these schemes "humanists" who take birth, rhetorically characterized as ridiculous and out of what would be their real-political sphere, as in resemblance to Asterion Borges, not interested in the common bond of the closest. Assault, with "generous impatience," all that are frivolous or sensible. A literary tradition or break the crosses. No that puts poetry, either as kidnappers, stop o malditos. Aunque parecen libertas aves en vuelo, son prisioneros de sí mismos. Tal vez porque todo para ellos es un dejar pasar el tiempo, andarse sin medidas, sin disposición por entre las cosas. En cierto punto, por esa congénita extrañeza con lo temporalmente im-propio, haciéndolos sepultureros natos de sus mayores; sobre todo de la historia íntima. Qué sabrá aquel de lo que es vivirse-la-vida, si el tiempo no le pesa, no le es cuestión, no lo siente como un “arpón en mitad de la espalda”.
A lo que voy no es a cuestionar la sutileza y frescuras que pueden acarrear el quiebre o la mezcolanza presentes hoy entre los y las adolescentes. Es la cerrazón al acatamiento y la total desvergüenza own, which puts us on guard. How are you going to unravel if you have not obeyed, heard, indeed, flushed with what you brought before the eyes.
When could you be and their effects, are city dwellers or extraordinary, is imbued with a will discover bathed in the most devious lust for power, and that part and ends in oneself, the usual thing to say.
If one segment of our teens are not "" I raised up, call me blind leading the blind. We set aside in some way by the legendary line with which paint the world, therefore these remarkable voluntarism present (perhaps, yes, for social approval), also those neo-consciousness, post-or anti-de who knows what. Moreover, we have not even referred to them, observed in this paper, but to us his contemporaries. Which do not look as adverse events or environments for discernment or hearing of the times shekels, of what is and not-there, the tangible and mysteries. Well maybe because we have been swept by solipsisms liberal or progressive to the extent of our native interests, community, universal. Carefree and the nomos, the way we take, we turn the world on its authenticity.
Here we are, the audience volunteers, with some young niceties do not know what is taking life in shame, attend tracks, or, at signs as a "fatal tangle of blood and tears."
Are these shameless generations, which Nietzsche hoped comings as dissimilar to the historical hypocrisy of the West? Certainly not, since nothing hold in audacity, strength, and irony. And by not recognizing the error is self-or collective way of a condition of the living, not installed, thank God, no more no more here than the good or evil, or in anything, anyone, nobody (die Nichts-), and even if they want to imagine themselves are rose, however, are anything pink (die Niemandsrose).
This year, there will be XXIII National Civil Right to be held on 29 and 30 September and 1 October in the city of Tucumán. 
