Somewhere on the road to Hope
Nobody should be blamed for their decision to survive. Is it a sin to hope for the best even when your womb is being emptied in front of the whole world? Is it an outrage to pray for the rain of peace in the middle of the arid desert of chaos and bullets? All these people have done was to exist, but what could the world be without them? In a few more years, we will find out. Can we say that their reality will forever be in the hands of others to manipulate? Does the word “hope” really mean anything to them? Will it ever translate into “resistance”?
The field is on fire: time to set the house on fire too
Siblings and comrades and those of us who were longing for an opening, the day has arrived.
For decades, we thought this machinery was invincible, we thought that the hegemony would be eternal. Instilled inside the minds of our ancestors and passed down to us like a cursed legacy, this fear and despair was nourished by what we were seeing, eating, and drinking. The very fabric of our societies was poisoned, so deeply that we forgot love, our true essence. In our relations with one another, in our celebrations, in our connection to the earth, nothing was spared, to the point that no way out was envisioned. Who could resist, why should they resist? All the alternatives seemed too scary because this evil reality was set as the standard and baseline for us all…