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"On the other hand, at Borges, it is to whom things are happening … (…) It would be exaggerated to say that our relationship is hostile, I live, I let myself live so that Borges can to trace his literature and that literature justifies me. "
"Borges and me." Jorge Luis Borges

"Who lends me a ladder?" Would have thought the king of Spain Felipe VI while he was kneeling for an hour at the top of the plane that was driving him to Argentina. There were those who blamed the head of the foreign relations ceremonies for the sit-in, but Minister Jorge Faurie defended his subordinate. The government blamed the workers of the company Intercargo forgetting a similar recent episode: the delay of its officials to receive French President Emanuel Macron. There were stairs available but there were missing official hosts who arrived late. The official leadership, berreta al mango, fails wherever you look.

Party, finally, but in one of those they struck in the unconscious of the king who put on orsai when he renamed "José Luis" in Maestro Borges. "Llámeme Pepe" could have reproduced (if he lived) the ironic writer. Free admission to the Language Congress. The speech of Mauricio Macri aggravated the situation because of the form and the content. The president's difficulties in speaking Spanish are well known, a gap that another person in his casting could have fixed, by writing him a presentable text.

In any case, these conclaves encourage interesting debates, especially if the exhibitors are critical. Without going further, the interventions of Claudia Piñeiro, Mempo Giardinelli and Alejandro Dolina or that of Horacio González in the "Contracongreso", all well commented in PáginaI12.

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Some notes on the sidelines of these exchanges. The first is the sustenance of the indigenous tilinguería. He crushes the number of chroniclers who drool by describing the stratagems and glamor of the queen or monarchs in general. In the separate alignment with the White House and the IMF adds the obsession with the Spanish crown, an imposing anachronism. Our South America is presidential, for sovereign decisions … even in the United States. For a lot of honor, add one.

Our cultures are mestizo, pluralistic papito, with flows of migrants coming and going, languages ​​that are updated and intercalated. The sectarian essence of the Royal Spanish Academy, Macri and other authorities is nurtured by discrimination, racism, xenophobia and elitism. These points are part of the polemics, finally ideological, which resonate in Cordoba.