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René Descartes (French pronunciation: [ʁəne dekaʁt]; Latinized form: Renatus Cartesius; adjectival form: "Cartesian"; 31 March 1596 – 11 February 1650) was a French philosopher, mathematician, and writer who spent most of his adult life in the Dutch Republic. He has been dubbed the 'Father of Modern Philosophy', and much subsequent Western philosophy is a response to his writings, which are studied closely to this day. In particular, his Meditations on First Philosophy continues to be a standard text at most university philosophy departments. Descartes' influence in mathematics is equally apparent; the Cartesian coordinate system — allowing algebraic equations to be expressed as geometric shapes in a two-dimensional coordinate system — was named after him. He is credited as the father of analytical geometry, the bridge between algebra and geometry, crucial to the discovery of infinitesimal calculus and analysis. Descartes was also one of the key figures in the Scientific Revolution and has been described as an example of genius.
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Las meditaciones metafísicas de Descartes
Ya te estoy recordando, Rosana,
Aunque no te hayas ido,
El lucero que brilla mañana
Es lo que te he querido.
Ya te estoy recordando, elegida,
Como un reo en la sombra
Resucita el color de la vida,
Lo acaricia y lo nombra.
Ni un centavo te cuesta este beso,
Pues mi alma lo paga.
Sólo espero lo mismo por eso,
Hasta el fin de la saga.
Cuando escriban la vida los buenos,
Al final vencedores,
Se sabrá que no usamos veneno
Como aroma de flores.
Brotará de la sangre ternura,
Inocencia y espejos
Donde irán a correr travesuras
Nuevos niños y viejos.
Servirá de señal cada huella
De las horas felices.
Se sabrá tanto de las estrellas
Como de cicatrices.
Y el camino que emprendas, Rosana,
Será mejor a veces,
Porque en otros momentos, cubana,
Tu llorarás con creces.
Ya te vas. Yo no me quedo y no atino
A saber qué ha pasado.
Sólo sé que, por causa o destino,
Ya no estás a mi lado.