By: Atty. Augusto Costa Zabaleta
The Liberator Simón Bolívar was not only a great strategist, military and politician, and managed to liberate so many countries in Latin America, he was also an essayist and, if you will, even a poet; The truly literary work, loaded with great beauty, written by the Liberator is “My delirium on Chimborazo”: “I came wrapped in a mantle of iris, from where the mighty Orinoco pays tribute to the God of waters. He had visited the enchanted Amazonian springs, and I wanted to climb the watchtower of the universe. I looked for the traces of Condamine and Humboldt; I followed the bold path, nothing stopped me; I arrived at the glacial region; the ether suffocated my breath. No human plant had found the diamond crown that placed the hands of eternity on the lofty temples of the dominator of the Andes.
I said to myself: this mantle of iris that has served as my banner has traveled through infernal regions in my hands, crossing the rivers and seas, rising on the shoulders of the Andes; The land has been leveled at the feet of Colombia, time has been able to stop the mark of freedom. Belona has been humiliated by the glare of the iris. And will I not be able to climb on the gray hair of the giant of the earth?
Yes father, carried away by the violence of a spirit unknown to me that seemed divine to me, I left behind the footprints of Humboldt, tarnished the eternal crystals that surround Chimborazo!
Then, as if driven by the genius that animated me, I faint when my head touches the cup of the firmament; I had the thresholds of the abyss at my feet.
A feverish delirium filled my mind; I feel as if ignited by a strange and superior game, it was the God of Colombia that possessed me.
Suddenly time presents itself to me. Under the venerable countenance of an old man burdened with the remains of the ages; frowning, inclined, calm, curly complexion, a sickle in his hand… I am the father of the centuries; I am the arcane of fame and secret; my mother was eternity; The limits of my empire are marked by infinity; There is no grave for me, because I am more powerful than death; I look at the past; I look at the future and the present passes through my hand.
Why do you feel proud whether you are a child or an old man, a man or a hero?
Do you think your universe is something?
What to rise above an atom of creation is hoops?
Overwhelmed holy terror. Like Oh Time! I replied; Should not the wretched mortal who has risen so high vanish? I have passed all men in fortune because I have risen above the heads of all. I dominate the earth with my plants; I reach the alternate with my hands; I feel the infernal pressures seething under my steps; I am looking alongside my shining stars at the infinite suns….”
Atty. Augusto Costa Zabaleta
Ced. # 1100310455
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