“The town of Tucumán was founded on the banks of the Sari River (…) This space, which has been abandoned by the water, is covered with the most fertile and pleasant vegetation, and standing on the banks of the Sari River is like At the foot of the town lies a vast blue sea of forests and grasslands stretching eastwards as far as the eye can see.This photo of the eastern side of Tucumán creates a cheerful and cheerful atmosphere. It exudes a graceful character that contrasts beautifully with the West, which, on the contrary, presents a grand and sublime side.”
he explains John Baptist Alberdi to the town where he was born on August 29, 1810.
Surrounded by want, tragedy soon struck him.
“My mother sometimes died because of my birth, so I can say, like Rousseau, that my birth was my first misfortune,” he once wrote.
This grief accompanies him all his life, which he summarizes in poetry.
“You saw the funeral ax burn
From the summer coffin that was my cradle.
You saw me rinsing with a diaper
Drop by drop of pain.
Thinking of me, you slept surrounded by saints.
you saw my haggard mother
break the charm glass
What my unsatisfied life lacks.”
Despite many misfortunes, Smile knew how to exist and had no shortage of adventures. The most special of the latter is that he met Manuel Belgrano during his independence, through a friendship with his father.
John the Baptist records:
“The glorious field of my country is also one of the joys of my childhood. We were both children. The country of Argentina had its own time. Between grass and flowers I remember playing at the .I saw discipline training.” I feel like I’m still watching General Belgrano marching in ranks, being courted by his staff, the noise of the music and the army. , and I seem to hear the tumultuous crowd that pleased those fields (…) I have many times seen the academics of the officers, adorned on the tapestry in the living room of his country house in the citadel. Played with a small cannon that helps with research. ”
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In that childhood there were only traces of happiness. His death also deprived him of his father, and at just ten years old he was left in the care of his two brothers.
He left his home state to study in Buenos Aires as a thin, pale teen. Since then, books have become my sanctuary and music has become my peace of mind.
He didn’t stop at just interpretations, he also wrote many melodies and reflections on the subject. For example, he pointed out, “Music from the hands of a composer is nothing more than a blank slate. How well it is played determines whether it produces something or does nothing.”
For the protagonist, each melody was a triumph, an embodiment of freedom, like a rhythmic synthesis of what he sought to achieve through law.
Alberdi was resilient and a true champion of meritocracy. From his fragile and helpless childhood, he has gone on, generation after generation, to shape the constitutional foundation of our nation.
Life will take him around the world, but his eyes will always be on Argentina. Through his writings, the reader encounters a nostalgia for being uprooted, a nostalgia for someone who doesn’t want to go back but always ends up doing so.
He shared the flag with some of the most prominent players of his generation, including Velez Salsfield, Sarmiento, Mitre and Echeverría. General Urquiza’s solid defense put him on the sidewalk in front of many people.
He starred in a presence full of contradictions, like all structure-shaking people. He tried to die in his homeland, which he returned to around 1880. However, constant political attacks forced him to retire and meditate on peace before his homeland.
He died in Paris on Thursday, June 19, 1884, at 11:30. The news reached Buenos Aires that evening by telegram to President Julio Argentino Roca.