Changing the world, revolution, struggle, organisation: they are among the hardest things we will ever do or try. Not just because we do this stuff on top of work and other commitments, not just because sometimes we are attacked by police, arrested, or bullied by rightwing people, but because of the emotional stamina it takes... Continue Reading →
Revolutionary love
Mario Benedetti's poem Te Quiero in English: Your hands are my caress my daily reminders I love you because your hands work for justice if I love you it's because you are my love my accomplice and my everything and in the street arm in arm we are more than just two people your eyes are... Continue Reading →
resistance words 