The marriage deteriorated again to the point where Rosa left her husband and moved in with her aunt, Bernarda Sarmiento. His remains are buried in this church. He rarely spoke with his mother, who lived in Honduras, or with his father, who he referred to as "Uncle Manuel". His writings of this time display a liberalism hostile to the excessive influence of the Roman Catholic Church, as documented in his essay, El jesuita, which was written in
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Since so far from me You are going to be, Keep, my child, a gentle thought For that one who one day Wished to tell you a tale. Primitive and modern, simple and complicated, With a bit of Washington and four of Nimrod! You are an overbearing and strong sample from your race, You are well-read, you are able, you oppose Tolstoy. And breaking horses o slaughtering tigers, You are an Alexander Nebuchadnezzar.
You are an energy professor, As the current lunatics say. You believe that life is a fire, And that progress is an eruption. Where you put the bullet The future shall be put. The United States is powerful and great, When it shakes there is a deep tremor Running down the enormous vertebrae of the Andes. Thus Hugo said to Grant. Men of Saxon eyes and barbaric soul, lives.
And dreams. And loves, and vibrates, and she is the daughter of the Sun. The Spanish America lives! There are one thousand cubs roaming free from the Spanish Lion. It would be necessary, Roosevelt, to be by God himself, The Terrible Gunman and strong Hunter , In order to be able to have us in your iron talons. And, you have everything going for you, except one thing you lack: God. For helmet his hair, for shield only his chest, Could such a warrior, from the Arauco region, Lancer of the woods, Nimrod that hunts for best, Tear apart a bull or strangle a mighty lion.
He walked and walked and walked. He was seen by daylight, Was gazed upon by pale afternoon, and sighted by the cold night, And still the tree trunk was carried by the titan. The Toqui!
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