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Sunday, February 24th, 2002

Carmen Salamanca: You haven't told us about how you spent your time at the military service, some anecdote from that time in the Navy, what did you do?

Miguel Oscar Menassa: 1961. I can't remember anything about the military service… yes, I remember two or three little things. I was in third year of Medicine, or in second, one day all the doctors went away and left me in charge of the infirmary of the Navy Mechanics School, which was the place where afterwards they tortured and abused people.

And my fellow companions had learnt that I was on guard, in charge of the infirmary, where there were 40 beds and generally 2 or 3 were occupied, I wasn't a doctor either, I was a student of the second year of Medicine. Of course, people came and said "I have a fever" and I filled in a card and confined them, in total I confined 40 recruits.

CS: What is a recruit?

MOM: A soldier. 40 soldiers who were doing the military service, poor people. It hurts me here, it hurts me there and, of course, I didn't examine them, I had coursed only physiology: I knew how to kill rats, we took the toads' brains out with only one prick. We killed little rats by beating their heads against the marble of the dissection table.

CS: Of course, you were not going to treat the soldiers this way. Is that what you mean? That you were more delicate towards the recruits?

MOM: No, what I'm telling you is that I only knew how to handle little animals, I had only coursed physiology. In physiology things are studied with little animals. The truth, a doctor comes out of the University without knowing how the human being functions. But one learns it afterwards, as everything. What was I saying?

CS: That you confined 40 soldiers in the infirmary.

MOM: When the authorities returned on Monday, they sent me to the cell for 30 or 40 days. And they had no consideration, in the cell, there was a guy who had killed 37 persons.

CS: And they treated you the same way they treated him.

MOM: Sure, and they locked me up with him.

CS: Were you many times in jail, for a long time?

MOM: No, they released me when I broke his face, I almost broke him to pieces, that murderer, because he wanted to rape me and I didn't let him, I was a kid, it was a time when I practised sports. They released me from jail admitting my reasons, of course. After those 30 days of detention, a companion came, a poet, and said to me: "Ché skinny, a manifesto in favour of the revolutionary Cuba" and I said to him: "But, do you think so, doing the military service?" "But of course, skinny, don't be a jerk".

CS: To sum up?

MOM: 60 days in the cell.

CS: For having signed the manifesto?

MOM: Yes, for having signed the manifesto. And some torture, too, because they woke me up at 3 in the morning and asked me "who is it?" and I answered them: "I am a liberal". And they asked me: "And what relationship do you have with those filthy communists? And I answered: "That here at the military service I live worse than they do, that I'm more disgusting than them".

CS: And did those declarations coincide with the feelings of the officers at that time?

MOM: The guys didn't know what to do with me. With respect to me the same thing happened to the sailors (I did the military service in the Navy) as to women, they didn't know what to do with me, never any woman knew what to do with me. Then I was in jail, I was locked, but I always enjoyed  certain exemption. One day I wanted to go out, I couldn't stand it any longer, so I put on a red bracelet and got into the ambulance and I ran out hastily and the soldier who was on guard saluted me, he did this with his hand. Of course, I was in such haste that he thought "someone is in danger". I was so unlucky that in arriving at Corrientes Avenue I crashed, I ran into a truck and the ambulance was knocked to pieces. Then I phoned the Mechanics School and I asked to speak to a companion "today you stand in for me and me, for you, tomorrow". He came up with an idea, "I leave here driving a jeep and I give it to you to drive and the punishment will be less than if we say that you ran away with the ambulance. We can say that I escaped with the ambulance, but as I wasn't in jail, that I crashed and you came to help me…

And another 60 days.

CS: In other words, you almost spent more time in jail…

MOM: I was only one time in the cell, after I almost killed that murderer. He was a murderer who didn't know how to box, he didn't know how to hit, he knew nothing, poor man. He wasn't a killer who uses his own hands to kill, we was a killer who used guns and as inside that place there weren't any guns… They didn't allow me  to go out of the barracks, but I had some tricks, for example, nobody wanted to be on guard at night, nobody. I charged I don't remember how much, but I charged to replace the others in nocturnal guards, you did them inside a sentry box, a place of observation, and in reality nothing ever happened during the night. At 6 in the morning the first officers came, but never at night. What I did was to charge my companions for the night guards, I went to the sentry box, I placed the riffle standing on the floor, I put the sailor hat on top of the riffle and, without my sailor hat, went out to the street, took a taxi and I went to sleep to the house of a girlfriend of ours that, at that time, was the translator of Cesare Pavese. Before 6 in the morning I was back, and when the first captain passed by I said to him, "Good morning, Captain" and he said to me " you are always attending  night guards, aren't you afraid of the night guards" or something like that.

CS: Was it ever discovered that you left during the night?

MOM: No, if that would have been discovered I would still be in the military service. No, that was never discovered.

CS: And what about the officers, did you ever confront any of them?

MOM: No, I never confronted any of the officers, they liked me, they were very bored and I was very intelligent, I read a lot in those times. Not like you that you read so little, but I read, I really read.

CS: You read, and then?

MOM: They talked to me about any subject and I answered them, I talked to them, I entertained them. As soon as they arrived in the morning they said: "Call Menassa". And a soldier called me. The relation with one of them was very rewarding. I think that he even thought I was a son of his. When we set up  the theatre company  "The games companions", I was 40 days without attending the military service, and a letter arrived to my house, which I was lucky to see first, which said that I had been declared a deserter, that if I didn't report myself within 24 hours I don't know what  would happen to me. And I took the letter to that captain who got along well with me. Why did he get along well with me? Because I cheered his mornings, I read him poetry, I spoke about the geniuses of that time, I told him little stories about Marx… I had him half impressed, because I have a very peculiar Marx, consider that I go on being a Marxist after the fall of communism… I was never a communist and the Captain was attracted by Marxism. Then I go with the telegram, I throw it on the table (well, nobody will believe this, not even our dear and respected poet, Leopoldo de Luis. Of course, how is he going to believe these crass stupidities? They are crass stupidities). I got this captain who got along so well with me, that made me a lot of favours, that  let me stay in his office instead of having to run in the field, in an office, writing on the typewriter, (because I wrote "Little story" there, at the military service, in this captain's office whom I'm speaking about). I took the telegram to the captain, I threw the telegram on the table and said to him: "If this is seen by my mother she dies from a heart attack, you have no respect, you are not doing well because you don't respect the people, you don't respect. My mother, a poor ill woman, whose only illusion is that her son is a sailor and you are going to send her a telegram saying that I'm a deserter, this has no amendment, I don't know if we can repair it". And he told me "You can take another 15 days off" and he gave me 15 more days of holidays, this way we finished the play and we put it on stage. Of course, I touched his most intimate fibre.

And there is also a story with a poem I lost, and I hope that one day I may find it. In Argentina, so that there are still older recruits when the new ones arrive, half of the promotion leaves in November and the other half in March or April. There is a big difference between the first and the second dismissal. I heard that I was leaving in the second dismissal, in March, so I confronted the man in charge and I said to him: "You know me well, we get along well, I can't stand it a day longer, so you let me go on the first dismissal or I become a deserter". They were very hard relations, I would say transferring, because he answered me: "If you write a poem to the Navy I let you leave on the first dismissal" and I wrote the poem to the Navy. That is the poem I want to find to see the things I dared to write about the beautiful sailors, it must have been something good for them because they gave me something for that so what I wrote about them surely wasn't against them. The lieutenant told me: "Menassa, dignity or freedom" and I said to him "freedom" because without freedom there can be no dignity. Bourgeoisie always makes you choose between dignity and freedom and, of course, one chooses dignity. Why?, because you think that they are going to pay you a higher salary, etc., but the citizen must realise that without freedom there is no dignity.

CS: Why are they opposed? What part of dignity is it that doesn't allow freedom?

MOM: That if someday it finds a person with whom it enjoys a lot, it can't have much freedom. It has the freedom of loving, that thing that chains it because of its beauty.

I don't say that they can't be together, I say how will there be dignity without freedom. I am saying that when one has freedom, one has also dignity. What happens is that I don't know if the system thinks about it this way. The other day I spoke about women. A woman that doesn't have complete freedom, who doesn't feel completely free, truly free, can't choose to make love, even if she does it. This is the same.

CS: It is very interesting that question about dignity. And what else in the military service? Was there any military who didn't like you?

MOM: No, but are you nuts?

CS: A dandy, there are dandy and arrogant militaries in all the armies, was there any?

MOM:  Low level people.

CS: Yes, low-level people, it seems that you only get related with high-level people.

MOM: I'm poor and stupid  enough myself.

CS: Any problem with any military?

MOM: I don't know, may be they are all my deliriums, afterwards people say "look at Menassa, how he suffers from deliriums" and they are right. One day, before going for a medical check-up that they do to people entering the military service, I went up and down the stairs from where they were waiting for me, 40 times, I arrived agitated, dead. The doctor asked me what was the matter with me and I answered "I suffer from a heart illness". He made me practise a lot of tests, he made me do gym in front of him, (I was an elite sportsman), while I did it I panted the whole time, as if I were exhausted. He didn't believe me, he was a doctor, but he declared me relatively apt, which meant that I couldn't go on board, that I had to be in offices, but of course, I couldn't evade the military service, the instruction.

What happened is that I arrived and there was this corporal, rather small for my taste, who ordered me to run and I got tired. I don't know if I should tell this because now I'm a calm person, I changed my vital situation. The question is that the man kicked me while I was lying on the ground, I stood up, I caught him by the neck and I didn't release him until he was almost blue. I told him that next time that he didn't treat me with respect  I was going to kill him, something the poor man must have thought true because whenever he saw me he crossed to the other sidewalk. That day I choked him, I really choked him.

Do you realise what things you are making me tell about? Because someone may have the idea of doing these things. That is to say that things don't always come out well. One day I was walking down the street with a karate fighter, but he looked like a gay movie star, because he was blonde, handsome, delicate, it was impossible to think that he possessed any strength to hurt anybody. People were always disconcerted about him, he always had  to demonstrate his value.

CS: Would you like to tell us something about the karate fighter or what you really wanted to say  is that you are something different from what you look like?

MOM: Sometimes you are vulgar.

CS: Because I think that the story about the karate fighter is incomplete.

MOM: But I have a heart, too. It is incomplete because I recalled  a series of things…

CS: You were studying medicine, second course, when you were in the military service. Why did you begin medicine?

MOM: In my neighbourhood there were thieves, punt pickers, prostitutes, jobless men, old people, there were the girls of the rich man in the neighbourhood who studied law… It was a way to stand out. Why? Because nobody studied medicine in my neighbourhood. As for me all things are relatively easy and relatively difficult at the same time, I chose to study medicine. And after, I have to admit it, because afterwards I studied psychoanalysis or I was in a way already studying psychoanalysis, I have to admit that my father felt very pleased  that I would become a doctor. I didn't know why he was so pleased. Well, for the same reason, when I was writing, he used to say to me: "My son, in our family everyone was a poet, even me", my father said, and he sang something for me in Arabic, and as I didn't understand a damn thing I told him, good!, because I liked the intonation. He used to say me: "there hadn't ever been a doctor in our family, so it's your turn". And because in my neighbourhood there was none, that there was none in my family either and as I was inclined to make favours… like that saying "If you go to Calatayud ask for Dolores", not like Dolores because I didn't have the body for that, I had the spirit, I always made a small favour  to someone. I was able to make love with some girls, that I realised their husbands were preoccupied by other things, for them to stay at home taking care of the family.

 CS: The girls?

 MOM: Of course, the girls having relations with a friend of their husband, it was the same as having a relation with the husband and so they could wait for him. As a favour to friendship.

And are you going to ask some day about my work? No, for that, you have to read it.

CS: Your work is being done, at this time you still don't have "your work". 1961 to 1963.

MOM: No, in reality, you're right.

CS: When you were doing the military service, 1961, 1963,  you had two books published, the third one comes in 1966. What was that life like? Doing the military service as a sailor, at the same time studying medicine… How was it to write verses?

MOM: Very easy.

CS: What?

MOM: Because I lived with people that lived and who weren't inclined to write, that didn't know that you could write, so it was very easy because I was the writer. There were 30 or 40 people that lived for me to write. You didn't like the explanation. Why?, did you see? one has nothing in one's soul, if the soul would exist, it would be empty, because if the soul exists it should be entirely for its creator. One can't keep things in the soul, things are kept in the books, in the social products.

CS: That's to explain that it was very easy to write poetry.

MOM: In my social situation, where I always worked for a lot of people that didn't write, that people worked for me, returning me…

It seems that you always understood the places where you were. In my life I never understood why I was where I was, never, so then I decided not to understand. When I ask where I am, someone always answers and I start doing things that belong to that place, because if not, living is very difficult.

CS: Yes, it's not necessary to understand, besides it's impossible to understand what one is living, but even so, one can speak.

MOM: You always think that I don't want to talk to you, in the end you'll achieve it.

You know that in the neighbourhood due to climatic conditions, the food that is eaten, the overprotection of poor mothers, because wealthy mothers don't look after their children, instead the poor mothers overprotect their children, because of all that… what was it that you ask me?

CS: If you studied medicine to make someone a favour.

MOM: Yes, it was a pity to waste a young man like me, (so people said) that I was capable of studying anything. For example, I wanted to be an aviation mechanic, but they soon took that idea out of my head, see what kind of future I would have had now, with all that terrorism. And the people of my neighbourhood, my mother and my father didn't let me do it. "Why are you going to waste such talent?" they said, " you must be a good university student". And I resisted quite a lot this question of being a good university student. Well, I started to work, not as a doctor but as a psychoanalyst, that has a close relation to practising medicine, before obtaining my degree as a doctor. In the end, I caused so much trouble, though I started studying at 17, but I caused so much trouble, I stopped studying when I went to Italy, afterwards I returned and I don't know what, afterwards they named me chief of I don't know what, finally, I obtained my degree when I was 29. 

CS: 29…

MOM: Yes, 29. And, the same way as with poetry I don't have an owner because I write very well (a man that writes as well as I doesn't need an owner to write), the same thing could be said about medicine in the sense that, when I received my doctor's degree, I already earned my living and on top of it a lot of money, I always did what I had to do, medically speaking. Afterwards, in other occasions, I did other things.

CS: I have asked you how that question of writing verses was, how you could make it compatible with all the rest and you have told me that it was very easy, you haven't told me anything else.

MOM: But, you were asking me about compatibility? Well, it's the problem I still have, people keep asking me where I get my time from.  Bad question, you have just asked me that, bad question in the sense that if I have to get time from somewhere, it means that somebody has it or that it is somewhere.

CS: I haven't asked you about the compatibility of time, but of the subject.

MOM: But what subject are you talking about? The subject is multiple, the subject likes to get soaked in different opinions, what happens is that he is subdued by ideologies and those foolishness about love. That is to say, if we don't all pertain to the Renaissance it is because I don't know if it is convenient for the state, I don't know if it is convenient for the family, but man has a Renaissance spirit: he does this, he does that, he does some other thing. He gets less tired of things when he shares them with other things, or doesn't it happen to you?

CS: Yes.

MOM: Well, the same way it happens to you, it happens to everybody.

CS: Of course, at this point, time produces itself.

MOM: You produce time while doing your things. This is very interesting, people feel that they aren't losing their time when they think, for example, in themselves, when they think, "I'm going to buy this and then I'm going to ask for money and then…" because this way time doesn't go by for them.

CS: What do you mean it doesn't go by?

MOM: Thinking about those foolishness, people lose a lot of time. If I don't think about that, I already have time for 4 books and 7 paintings. You spend a lot of time in that. For example, if the housewife could have a space, another environment beyond house cleaning, to think about herself, I'm absolutely sure that she could do the cleaning faster, that she loses all of her time doing the cleaning because it is the only place of reflection she has and no one bothers her when she is doing the cleaning or preparing the food. But if we could create spaces with some criterion, I don't mean sending everybody to the university, I mean spaces where the housewife can reflect about her things without anyone calling her attention because she isn't pre paring the food or because she's not sweeping the floor.

CS: It is the leisure you spoke about the other day, leisure time for the woman, it seems that she needs that leisure, that isn't the same leisure of the worker.

MOM; Lately, in the end I have to speak well of capitalism, something which I don't like very much. Woman is behind time because what you said is for the proletariat, bourgeoisie regulates their leisure for the worker to go back to work. The housewife doesn't have a regulated leisure, it is supposed that she has to be there, not that she goes and comes, she has to be always there.

CS: She works 24 hours a day.

MOM: That is a backwardness, it is prior to capitalism. It is feudalism but only for the servant, because there were also the feudal gentlemen.

CS: They were and they are, or aren't they now?

MOM: Yes, it can be said in another way, that there are people who don't want to be proletariat, that don't want to be workers, they prefer to be servants, it can also be said this way.

CS: I recall the book you published in 1966, 22 poems and the electronic machine or how to make executives become desperate,  the part "How to make executives become desperate", is a kind of fable. Salomon has an ant in his hand and he asks the ant: Who is the biggest being of creation? The ant says to him: "Can you raise your hand a little?" and when it was above Salomon's head, it said to him: "You are really big but I am bigger than you because I am above your head". Then Salomon threw the ant against the ground and condemned it to live cut in two. Lesson: an executive is always an executive. I don't know what sort of relation they have with feudal gentleman, but it has a relation with power. Let's see if you can clarify this a little.

MOM: What happens is that you don't understand that a good executive, and I think you want to become one, is someone who feels he owns the company he works for, therefore he has that power. He won't participate in the profits but for sure if he feels that the company is his, he will earn more money, that is to say, as a way of participating in the profits and he will go through life being a tyrant, as well, in the sense that feeling he is the owner of the situation…

CS: He can cut the other one in two.

MOM: Or construct him, because it is also considered tyranny to do good to people. Yes, what good do I do to him? The goodness that I think is  goodness, but is that the goodness for that person? That is goodness for me, so what I want them to do for me, I invent it and I make all humanity practise it, an error, because it was something that happened only to me, not to all humanity.  

CS: The mistake of politicians, that even though they have been chosen democratically, forget a little of the people.

MOM: They forget about democracy when they have an absolute majority to do things. If we had found an equilibrated form of governing, we would have done it. Man is not so bad, it is that he doesn't know what to do. They thought it was that way and it was seen that it was an incorrect way. It is as what is happening in the United States, where the terrorism they see is summed up in: "Let's unite ourselves and win", Europe doesn't exactly think this way, it isn't convenient for them. Those countries that the USA wants to continue attacking, it could be said that they constitute the European area of influence, with which Europe can make business tomorrow or is already doing so. Let's attack terrorism, but not all human rights can be violated any longer, to return to the year 1500 before Christ can't be done. They are going to try, but they won't be able (of course, this is an opinion, maybe they can). They can't swallow everything the University taught during a 100 years. That love is free, what does it mean? I can fall in love with my enemy and they can't condemn me for being in love with a person you don't like, to be in love with the enemy can't be condemned, literature is full of these examples.

CS: But there are also in history many cases of total and brutal destruction of what was achieved, back steps which later take hundreds of years in reconstructing or in recuperating time.

MOM: I, during the war against Iraq the occidental world made, clearly felt that it was the feminine revolution what was being delayed for another century, (when what seemed to delay itself was something else) the feminine liberation was being delayed a century with what happened in Iraq. It is happening now, because when the restrictions to citizens are increased, based on the little I know about history, the restrictions are  increased for women. For example, when in dictatorships or in catastrophe situations a curfew is established, in spite of the curfew men can go out in the streets, but you see few women going out in the streets.

CS: There is an example that may seem banal to you, in the competition Triumph Operation, there was a girl who was the favourite of the audience, Chenoa, and the press cunningly published news that she was involved with one of the participants of the competition, that she had left/betrayed her boyfriend a week previous to the final voting, and she wasn't chosen. A slander manoeuvre, in my opinion.

MOM: Yes, a slander manoeuvre in a people that speaks ill of the people who make love, because if it were a people who would love people who make love, it wouldn't be a slander campaign but all the contrary, it would have influenced people to vote for her. Because the powerful are the powerful, the important thing is for them that the people, sometimes, agrees  with the damage that the powerful inflict over the people, we don't know which is the reason but it is this way, it's this way. Because, so many intelligent persons have said that the people has the government they deserve, that is a thing one must think about, there are governments which do nothing but kill and poison the citizen, and if that were like this, the peoples should think about that in another way. I don't want to meddle with the current Spanish government, but you know that we have the current government because the people cast a vote of censorship against the socialists. Well, I believe that more than one is already regretting this. They should know that these things can't be done. In Argentina, De la Rúa, who benefited from a punishing vote against Peronism, or Peronism itself cast a punishing vote against Duhalde when he was candidate to the presidency, if not, Duhalde should have won. Instead, the radicals won because they wanted to punish Peronism, but the radicals always did the same, they quickly take the country to ruin, but very quickly, in a jiffy. They have already done it around eight times, nevertheless the people in order to punish the authorities who had made them live better, voted the radicals. Now, God knows how they are going to stop that situation, and everything started with a punishing vote.

I don't know how the German intellectuals who voted Hitler, tell the story, have you seen that you can't trust intellectuals? And less in the people, the people wants to eat, nothing else matters to them. Did I tell you when they asked Fidel Castro to give houses to the poor? Three days after he took power in Cuba, people started to ask him for houses. And he thought about it, and decided that there were no houses for anybody, until the houses for all Cubans weren't built and, the truth is that they have obtained more than enough. But, of course, he didn't listen to the people, he listened to the idea of a possible project that would enable each inhabitant to have a small house. There was a failure in all the alliances with Cuba, but Cuba lived a glorious era. It became the best place in the world where there is the best optical surgery, where there is one doctor for every 5 to 10 inhabitants even though they may have no gauze. There was an era of glory, a novel or almost novel poet could have 70, 000 copies of his work published, an era of glory. As we had seen in the previous interview, in spite of the protests of some of Fidel Castro's companions, who believed that Cuba shouldn't depend on the Soviet Union, and that the country had to be industrialised, this was not done, and the dependence on the Soviet Union grew to a point that led Cuba to bankruptcy together with the Soviet Union. We don't know what would have happened in Cuba if money were available. Because, for example, now it has to pay cash for the food sent by the United States, and it seems ships already arrived and the merchandise was paid in cash. These are things which I don't understand, I'd like to understand more about them.

One has to vote as one likes, how am I going to cast a punishment ballot? How am I going to sleep with a woman to punish my wife? Please, that's where the whole mess begins.


Oh, bewitched night
of bleeding camellias,
nobody will know about you
nobody will know about you but this melody.

Poor dove that no longer can fly.
Wings numbed by time
and your eyes blinded by lack of love.

Dove, small dove of peace,
your funeral will be splendid,
we will cover your face with flowers
for no one to see in your face
the face of war.


Today, I want to pay tribute to your mouth, to your lips of desperate beast, to your way of kissing as if it were always the first time and, at the same time, the last one.

All my power depends on your open mouth, that is why I sing to you with your mouth in mine, as if all the sounds were from the soul.


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I saw her coming tilted, ostentatiously inclining her body towards her right side. She shuffled her feet as if they weighed a lot or as if wanting to show an extreme tiredness.

Something in her couldn't go on and she told it to me in this way. Anyway, I doubted between calling a doctor or telling her to lie on the couch.

She, without taking her coat off or leaving her bag, lay down and said to me:

- The solution for what happens to me lies in your hands. My spine is rotten by lack of warmth.

 Afterwards she remained silent and so did I. When we said good-bye she told me that she was feeling well.

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   Standing in the middle of the room, while a woman sucked his dick, another woman sucked his ass and another woman sucked his mouth, he with his arms extended, exclaimed:

- I am a defenceless old man, somebody who is going to die quickly.

 And as they laughed with crystal-like laughs because they realised of his old age, he, with a calm voice said to them:

 - Many geniuses exhausted themselves looking for an interlocutor and the only thing they found was death, or else its attenuated version, madness.

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   If I would say that Aznar is beautiful, you would laugh at me. When I tell you that Spain is doing well, why don't you laugh?

This time it will be the turn of the blind to become mad. And, by now, it can be clearly seen, there won't be any disappearing. And recognition if it comes will be massive, so I will also have to be careful of recognition.

I have to go on constructing a free woman, to be able to love her, up to the point of surpassing the limits of love that, in all, operate like resistance.

I accept that the current sexuality is ruled by masculine patterns of sexuality, but I want to add that, when woman can impose her position, she will also repress and there won't be anyone else who will ever fuck .



Tears of exile

75 pages
18 Euros, 3,000 Pts.

It contains thirteen illustrations of some of the best paintings of Miguel Oscar Menassa.

Pablo Menassa de Lucía Association
Poetry and Psychoanalysis Classroom
Pablo Menassa de Lucía Award
Presentation of the awarded books in the third summons
In Poetry:

1st Prize: A passion harasses me by Norma Menassa and Dreams of the
prison by Lucía Serrano

2nd Prize: Motherland of birds by Pilar García Puerta and From the
threshold by Andrés Gonzalez Andino In Psychoanalysis:

1st Prize: Psychoanalysis and Medicine by Inés Barrio, Alejandra Menassa de
Lucía and Pilar Rojas Martinez  

 2nd Prize: Hysteria - History of a love- by Carlos Fernandez del Ganso

Tuesday, February 19th, 2002 at 7 p.m. 
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Oil paintings
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March 8 through 17, 2002, 7 PM

Opening: Friday, March 8, 7 PM

Closing: Sunday, March 17, 2 PM

HALL: Manolo Revilla
Mutual complutense                                  
10th  NUEVA St. . Alcalá de Henares  

Monday through Saturday:  7 to 9 PM
Sunday: 12 through 2 PM


Indio Gris