Alfonsina Storni was a prolific writer and journalist and also a great advocate for women's rights and gender equality: she marked an era in national literature at the dawn of the 20th century. Therefore, as well as a young participant showed up last Friday in Another Family Night, the driver of the El Trece cycle, Guido Kaczka, was surprised to hear last name.
"Ah, Storni, as Alfonsina Storni, the great Argentine poet. My mom loved Alfonsina Storni and read us her poems," Guido said, not imagining the answer she would meet. "Yes, I am his great-great-granddaughter," confessed the participant, who went into the cycle accompanied by his uncle, Francisco Martini.
"Storni is your great-great-grandmother? Were you really telling me? Oh!My old lady just fainted!Really? Seriously? 'And if he calls don't tell him I'm here, say I'm gone…' The verses of Alfonsina Storni… Well, Alfonsina Storni Beach is a tribute to her," said one of The Thirteen's star drivers.
In this sense, the young participant recalled "Alfonsina Storni y el mar", the song made in homage to her great-great-grandmother, first published on the Mercedes Sosa Mujeres Argentinas album. "That's a poem in homage to her. 'By the soft sand that ingests the sea, his little footprint doesn't come back anymore,' Guido said. I'm sorry I crashed you, but your great-great-grandmother had a son, if I'm not mistaken."
"Yes, my great-grandfather.I knew him because he lived a lot, until he was 93 or 94," said Valentina, who is in a couple a year ago with a young man named Mateo, studies occupational therapy and is a therapeutic companion. Guido pointed out: "It's so weird for me. Because you know we come from those places, but they actually look like they're from another dimension."
The driver recalled that little is known about the love life of the great writer and the identity of her son's father. But he didn't get much more information. "It's still a mystery, " said Valentina's uncle.
"She was always told of as a woman of great features, as an exquisite woman. In addition, it had a very independent character. A feminist of that time, isn't she? A total feminist, with her own ideas. To be a poet at that time and to which she begins to write… There was talk of her delicacy, shall we say, that I always imagine her when I read.And here we have his great-great-granddaughter, who is also delicate and at the same time firm," the driver observed. The young woman's uncle, of course, also did not save in praise: "She is a luxury niece."
"Look what I'm here to meet. Impressive. Alfonsina Storni's great-great-granddaughter… Wonderful. Francis, who does not fall the great-great-granddaughter of Alfonsina Storni, I ask you please," said the driver, who still could not get out of his astonishment, in reference to the "swamp" of his program.
However, in the final question he was unable to answer well "what color the Malachite ore is", present for example at the base of the football World Cup trophy, whose correct answer was "green".And the young lady had to fall into the water.
Storni was born in Switzerland on 29 May 1892. Soon his family moved to the province of San Juan and then rehealed in Rosario. At the age of 19, the writer settled in Buenos Aires and the following year her son Alejandro was born. To maintain this she worked as a cashier in a store on Avenida Florida and Sarmiento and in Caras y Caretas magazine.
By the age of 27, Storni had written six short stories, two novels and a series of essays such as The Concern of the Rose, The Sweet Damage, Irretrievably and Languish, with which he won from the Municipal Poetry and the Second National Prize for Literature.Her work soon led her to be one of the most respected poets.
A women's rights activist from the age of 16, she was a member of the Feminist Committee of Santa Fe, leader of the Association for Women's Rights and helped establish the Argentine Society of Writers.
On October 23, 1938, at the age of 46, she traveled to Mar del Plata and was left alone in a hotel in front of La Perla beach. During the early hours of Tuesday, October 25, he left his room bound for the beach. No one saw her, but hypotheses about her death claim that she walked slowly into the sea and that she sank into the cold waters. It was two workers who, hours later, discovered the writer's lifeless body.