As time goes by, it is obvious that she has not, nor will she ever, banish us from her mind and her nightmares.
By Gioconda Belli (Confidencial)
HAVANA TIMES – From the beginning, the poetry that Rosario Murillo once wrote suffered from excess. She didn’t know when to stop with her images and metaphors, stringing them together one after another like an endless necklace.
Excess is the avalanche of abuses and follies that mark Nicaragua, which this July 19th commemorates the defeat of Anastasio Somoza in 1979.
There is excess in her trinkets, excess in her flower-adorned platforms, excess in her metal trees. Her excess, unfortunately, is not limited to that. She is excessive in her rages, in her personal animosities, in her desire for control, in her manifest cruelty against those who dare to have their own opinions and propose other alternatives for the country.
She is the puppet master, the sad and tense image of someone who came to power through unscrupulous deals, sacrificing her own flesh and blood. She would never have the country in her hands by her own right. As the wife of someone who needed her to organize his life and work, she created the stage to climb up as Daniel Ortega’s right hand and become the
