The memory sterile does not make sense. The word can only be feigned hurt. Past injustices put to death not eat this.
The rifles rang and silent mouths.
The open wound filled with maggots.
The weeping blood.
No, do not want another March 24 where I performed the infamous work orchestrated by the media and politicians turn to tears of commitment, one-day anguish, suffering and anger passing mandatory. No, nothing like that. Order no justice to a justice that does not exist. Nothing screams to a deaf ear. Blind Idiot
not want to see that this country is under a dictatorship. None of the missing would to be remembered for his death. They are not only bodies, thought and action are silent and exactly the theme is there in what they said and silenced coldly: capitalist oppression, hunger, lack of education, the false democracy, change, change, fuck change. And nothing changed, all fought against what is still standing there shining his golden death, but worse, more cynical, more institutionalized.
March 24 We want a happy, full of hopes, dreams, laughter. No, nothing to remember dead. You have to remember ideas and pick fights, learn from past mistakes and rubbing his face to the media, the corrupt, the scum that things can not disappear: 30 000 thoughts are a difficult thing to destroy.
