The book got into my house this morning filling the walls with its presence opened one to one four windows the East one to let the sun get in the South one to get peace for tomorrow the Feather one to write Love and the One which is Breeze and Tolerance. Ernesto Kahan (translated to English by M C Azcona)
ERNESTO KAHAN
Prof. Ernesto Kahan. Israeli - Argentine. Medical doctor, university professor and poet. Vice President of the World Academy of Arts and Culture (under the auspices of UNESCO). Professor at universities in Argentina, Israel, Peru, Dominican Rep., Mexico, USA and Spain. Author of more than one hundred publications (Books and articles). Poems of his book Paxaporte" were translated to 9 languages. Compiler of the Anthology "Los Escritores del Alba", Editorial Certeza, Spain. Selected for the 7th, 8th 9th, 10th and 11th ed. of the book "Nueva Poesía hispanoamericana" of Lord Byròn editors, a publication in which the most noticeable exponents of our contemporary poetry in Spanish are included. Universal Anthology "POESIA IBEROAMERICANA SIGLO XXI"; 4 editions of the "Stand.rt World Anthology of Contemporary Poets"; "Contemporary Poetry" in Chinese and English. Founder of the Association of Physicians for Peace in Israel, Uruguay, Chile and Bolivia; Vice-President of International Physicians for the Prevention of Nuclear War- IPPNW, (1985 Nobel Peace Laureate organization), President of the Literary Group "BRASEGO". Vice President of the International Forum for the Literature and Culture of Peace (IFLAC). In 1991 was awarded with the Schweitzer Peace Award "for his courageous work for peace in the Middle East", in 1996 appointed "Peace Ambassador of the Youth of Uruguay", In 2002 was honored with the "Rector's Medal" of University of Chile "For Dr Kahan distinguished merits and relevant human conditions". In 2002 received the Honorary Degree of Doctor in Literature. Awarded "Excellency in Health person of the year 2004" by the Global Organization for Excellency in Health. Vice President Elected of the XXV World Congress of Poets, Los Angeles 2005 and the XXVI World Congress of Poets Mongolia 2006. Awarded with the World Congress of Poets Gold Medallion for "poetic excellence ("his imagination is engulfed existential and spiritual concerns, with surrealistic inclinations and cosmic explorations – Kahan is a poet without parallel") and great contribution to the Brotherhood and peace through Poetry" 2005.
Leo had addressed your poetic collection to me and I thanked it. You are a psychotherapist and your knowledge of the human beings and the sufferings gives to your poetry this addition of direction qu goes to the subsoils of our existences by the depth of the words which reveal one lived of engagement.
You are "woman" and because they give or can give the life, the women which begin by the words, the action and poetic art, have this dimension to restore what there is moreover in vain and of nobler in the human one.
You reveal as indicates it Rene CHAR, this production active of reality in these contradictions and by you, your remarks, you symbolize what was declamed by our national poet Louis ARAGON and our singer Jean FERRAT: the woman is the future of the man…. and it to be man is a challenge and an effort without end.
Your poetry is sharp, true, seizing beauty and of truth by the energy and the love of the humanity which lie there.
You make honor with our country, the writing and more largely with contemporary humanism.
Respectfully with you.
GUY CREQUIE -
French Poet and writer
French representative within IFLAC (worldwide forum of literature and art for peace)
Messenger of peace of the UNESCO manifesto 2000
Laureate of the Academy European of arts
Honorary Doctor of the worldwide Academy of culture and arts.
The writer's mission – among others – is to recover the kidnapped word and bring it back to it' back to it's restoring dynamic.
It this book María Cristina Azcona is demiourgós who poetically communicates to us her lucid and ¿ why not ? prophetic look about the characteristics and conceptions of the present world.
María Cristina Azcona is strictly a poet.
However, in this work , more than in any of the previous one – she shows herself as a Social Poet. The families, the cities, the nations, the world and humanity are her inspiration to articulate her poetic language.
All the same she keeps her self demand because she never leaves beauty aside. Even when she refers to the paradox of our times, and make use of sharpness or subtle irony ,she does so with a high degree of lyrism.
Sometimes she portraits a certain situation from the veracity of a description in the way someone who express through drawing and painting does, such us Silvina Ocampo and other writers.
Even in poems where reflects the cruelty of an destructive exterior world, she will lay a mantle of understanding over the un protected of the voices of injustice and dreams, and she will make an urgent call to our interior self.
"Now, everybody listens
again to their old internal Angel's voice "
"ANGEL'S VOICE "- Page 70.-
MARÍA CRISTINA AZCONA as a muse, a poet, prophet and an indefatigable paladin of peace, also devotes several compositions on the topic, attentive to the signs of postmodern times and seeing that poetry highlights as a creative reality which gives sense permanent values, amidst the process of individual and social decay.
"A bright green sea,
a golden sun reflected.
Humanity hand by hand"- " PEACE AND HOPE" –Page 82
A poetic work for young and adults which should not be absent from any humanist' library.
These poems belong to a category that we could call "poems to improve ourselves and the external world". The poems of Maria Cristina Azcona in this book are such from forward edge to the last ones. The first poem speaks of a "Fashionable World" and his first verses are:
Today the world is fashionable. A fashionable world. (The modern hell).
They give us the impression that this poetess, ,with few words, knows how to express the drama of this generation lost in the ocean of the commercial communication, the propaganda and the fashion.
The last verses of the book say " You need to help me in this endeavor/giving your hand to whom is at your side/Discovering Peace around your heart/to enlighten the darkness of this decadent life" and it talks about the contribution of the individual to find the own peace and the improvement for a better world.
Truly Maria Cristina Azcona must be considered part of the still small army conformed by people of good will, who work hardly to change the world.
In this sense she can be considered part of the Movement for the International Understanding, in whose vanguard we include all persons who favor the use and diffusion of the international language neutral Esperanto.
Maria, I have received a copy of Window to Heaven. I find here a happy marriage between your lyrics and printing. The cover, design and presentation are delightful to the eyes. You are at your best as usual in Window to Heaven. These are meaningful poems, particularly at this time when peace is being shredded into pieces. This is an impressive collection.
Your biography and prologue are equally impressive. I agree with you when you say that "The education of love must include the concept of love to humanity, as a way to teach solidarity, cooperative spirit, and respect to humanity." You are on the right path as an activist when you attack ignorance as the root of the evil and this root can be rooted out through education. I am pleased to read that Pope John Paul 11 is your inspirer. Pope John Paul was a compass that guided humanity for moral strength and also how to live and die. The magnetic needle of this compass always pointed out to the culture of peace and love that was watched closely by a sea of eager eyes everywhere. Maria Azcona, you are on the right track. You are doing a service to humanity by using your talent for peace.
"In these days, we are forced witnesses of numerous distortions around the concept of profound love. Must we stay on a "fallen arms" position and cry in front of the tomb of this wonderful human feeling? Certainly not. We must always be able to confront reality as Quixote did against the windmills. We must teach the genuine concept of love to youngsters to bring light to this confusion.
Humanity has lost the route to the inner universe, where deep love is born. True love is not reduced to affective aspects. It is connected to intelligence and willpower in a perfect harmony where to grow, being fed by its own recycled energy . Love enriches the inner world of both who love each other. True love implicates a compromise and also a sacrifice because love is, more than anything else, self-renunciation. Love, from a general perspective is the conscientious intention to reach Goodness, hand in hand with somebody else. The objective of love is to find joyfulness donating our person to the other one.
Love brings happiness from the very beginning, because happiness is the finality of the journey and not the ending. Love is a motor and a motivation. It generates energy that flows in one direction and vice versa, constructing a spiral of enduring love, which is the basis of human life."
Maria Cristina Azcona From her book `WINDOW TO HEAVEN'
A Letter To Maria
Oh, Maria! You are the Most self-realized person I've ever met! Our one Conversation, including my Lost inner-child, had me Wondering, the next spirit-bad Years, whether to ask my mother, Or not, if something had happened To me, way-back-when I was her child.
Of course something did! Time.
Way back when The earth was young, And first mistakes were Being shaped. The world was as wide As a universe, spun off, abandoned, Deserted. New and plush and worth The fight to defend tributary-rights. Life was as it unfolded, much more, Nothing less.
Because, Time indentured is unlevel.
Oh, Maria! You are so right, Humanity has lost the route to the Inner Universe, to the Soul€ ¦'¥ I understand how, as minute As I am. It's not the Now Where we're supposed to stand, It's our place in the Polyverse Which will bring about peace. So, we are one tiny facet, after all€ ¦'¥
That's without the deep heart of love.
There's not so many In this world that find soul-love In shared-physical form, even less, maybe, Who'd appreciate it, if they did. Most of us are hung up on stuff, History and religions and wars and TV toys, It's a wonder any soul can shine at all! But, there's a sense of season, A sense of reason breaking down, Into what is a pile of applied emotions.
What's written isn't what's felt by else, many times.
Oh, Maria! My mother died, suddenly, But not unexpectedly, too soon ago, I wanted to ask but never did, about my lost inner child. Until tonight, when I read your words, And see beyond the length of human years. The Inner Child, displaced, longer ago, Is my Soul. Why didn't I know? Do we lose them so young because of reaction, Or because of defense?
The opposite of Time is Anti-Time.
Way back when The world was young, First mistakes were made. It's not so easy, now our earth is fading, To find love in anything global, Or personally, even, since persons now Are made, instead of lived. Ironically, I laugh at myself, so wise with words, Such an idiot in practice...
