Creativity is non-acceptance, wonder, rebellion
I wonder what the tiny hummingbirds and pink-white bougainvillea trees and lizard babies with their wide, searching eyes think of the country run by organised crime and transnationals when they stumble upon disappeared activists hidden in wells bought judges, dead rivers, industrial towns and zombied shoppers what kind of ecosystem do they think they have... Continue Reading →
“But I don't shut up and I don't die.I liveand fight, maddeningthose who rule my country. For if I liveI fight,and if I fightI contribute to the dawn.”― Otto Rene Castillo There is a poem stuck to the door of the small room where I work and write, and it's by Otto Rene Castillo. It's about... Continue Reading →
These are my translated lyrics of Calle 13's 'Latin America' - a continent in resistance, in rebellion, re-asserting its beautiful, diverse, colourful, and courageous identity, free of US and European dominance I am. I am what they left behind, I am the leftovers of what they stole, A town hidden on the peak, My skin is... Continue Reading →
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