– Marzo 2012 –
Never again escape from problems. Disconnecting is good for nothing. Neither is living this life as someone else’s and watching it pass by, because there’s no strength, there’s no motivation. Neither is crying because the world can’t be fixed anymore, because there are only bad things. I want to be the kind of people that step up and go out and fight, even if they lose. And I feel… like a fish in the water in a turbulent river: swimming is harder, stopping is being dead. A stuck thorn that I pulled out from inside me, the way is darker, the mind is clearer. And if you all are there I’m not afraid, because you are there. And here I am, it’s never late, but the sooner the better, I’ve already lost too much time. Transform all this sadness into rage to fight and not fall to pieces when I lose. Face whatever comes, anything, and act always the way I believe and feel. It will hurt, but it hurt before and now it will be to move on. Like a fish in the water in a turbulent river: swimming is harder, stopping is being dead. A stuck thorn that I pulled out from inside me, the way is darker, the mind is clearer. The mind is clearer…
TO WANT FREEDOM
I see migrating birds and they make me feel humble. We are all special but nobody is superior. It isn’t hard to understand something that simple. Giving up privileges is hard but it is best. You see, it is our position, that we are just another one, that it makes no sense to put ourselves on a pedestal. That, out of honesty, we have to admit that we are not the only ones who want freedom, want freedom. One life and living it in freedom, one life and dying in freedom. Since I have memories, I’ve always seen animals be treated like objects at our disposal. I don’t want to obey and I don’t want anyone to obey me, that defines my principles, my strongest convictions. You see, it is our position, that we are just another one, that it makes no sense to put ourselves on a pedestal. That, out of honesty, we have to admit that we are not the only ones who want freedom, want freedom. One life and living it in freedom, one life and dying in freedom.
WITH GOALS, WITH HOPE (Personal Tsunami cover)
Our lives have a meaning: making a better world out of this shit. Feeling sorry is useless, I want to live with hope. The fire in our hands waits, impatient, to burst. Let’s put an end to sad looks, let’s be a damn explosion. Let the rage and despair come out. Faced with a life that escapes from us, all we have left is rebellion.
Feeling that there is no strength, that nothing beats anymore, overwhelmed with grief, your efforts are useless and you can’t stand up.
Being able to react, putting on the gloves, knowing that it’s a fight against giants, and no turning back… Because there is no way or path, whether sunshine or black sky, we will never rest, we will never rest. Making your own way with no direction or guide, challenging life to a suicidal duel, fighting against pain. Changing pessimism for a thousand laughters, thinking that there is no risky decision that makes it shake… Because there is no way or path, whether sunshine or black sky, we will never rest, we will never rest. To destroy our fears, to achieve our challenges, to move forward against the wind. Courage, love and complicity.
A few incomplete lines from a letter I never received.
Good news fly, in a few hours you will be in Madrid. With your people by your side, smiling with you. Back to the place that you should have never, ever, left. Eyes like the sky, the strength of a gale. There are no walls or bars that can separate friendship. Like you told us one day, and I will never forget, if you want anything whistle and I will soon come to you. To be close to you, to talk about the past, to look at the future, to go to the swamp. To think forever… that something good will come afterwards. With strength and tenacity, with rage and willingness, grabbing sadness and looking into its face. To think forever… that something good will come afterwards. And even if things happen, even if they separate us, even if the cold comes and months go by, I need you to know… that we will always be here. A letter without sender’s address, a few lines only for you. Feelings and passions that nobody can destroy. To us, to your laughter, to feeling that you are happy. Forever and ever, this lyrics are for you. Eyes like the sky, the strength of a gale. There are no walls or bars that can separate friendship. Like you told us one day, and I will never forget, if you want anything whistle and I will soon come to you.
CHILDREN OF DEFEAT
Years lived at full speed, scars in your body remind you, loneliness, exile, prison or death, and a destiny in someone else’s hands. Same hearts, different times, neither time nor oblivion wear your heroic deeds down. We are the relief of what you lived through, you never regretted anything even in front of fire and bullets. Propaganda in the streets, libertarian cultural centres, trying to spread the idea in every neighborhood. Even in the toughest years, repression, executions, in Albatera or in the mountains, rage until the last breath. Same hearts, different times, neither time nor oblivion wear your heroic deeds down. Tireless faces of action and rebellion. Grandparents we never had, your history marks our life.
– Diciembre 2012 –
YOUR HEARTBEAT CAN STILL BE HEARD
Because one of the few things that we know for sure, is that we will continue crying for friends that will be beaten and comrades that will be locked up or killed. Because we are the eternal tears… Jill, Harold, Paco, Sole/Edo, Mauri, Xosé, Barry, Alexandros… Sit tibi terra levis, to you and so many others that could only be taken away from us in a vile manner. For your struggle we will go on.
You loved life and you wanted to shake a sleeping world awake. A world full of guardians that threaten our dreams. They took you to the worst possible fate, but in every one of us your heartbeat can still be heard.
You kill a warrior but the war goes on, stronger every day, our struggle shall not stop. Judges, wardens, journalists, cops. We will never forget. Although sad, here we are, our commitment is voluntary and our chest is torn up. We are sure that in your rebel heart you left a fruit for ideas to live forever. You kill a warrior but war goes on, stronger every day, our struggle shall not stop. Judges, wardens, journalists, cops. We will never forget. Words a thousand times said, a cry to infinity that echoes in our lives, the flame that you lit is still alive, this is for you: long life to anarchy!
WANTED (D.E.T.E.N.C.I.O.N. Cover)
You challenged the enemy, now he’s looking to catch you, but you’re not there anymore, you won’t let them catch you. All the endless hours, every second can be the last one, your decision is firm, you won’t let them catch you. But there is something stronger than the fear to be beaten: being and feeling free. You won’t let them catch you. Wherever you are, I send you all my strength, a struggle cry: don’t give up. For your bravery, for this battle, with all our love: good luck.
THINK WRONGLY AND YOU WILL DIE ALONE*
Since you were a kid they taught you not to trust anybody, to see everything as a threat and a big competition. Overtime you became a hermit. People stab you in the back, that was your conclusion. Think wrongly you will die alone. On those grounds, tell me, what can we build? What makes you think that you are such a good person and the rest only act for their own interest? You’d better trust people around you, nobody is perfect, neither are you, what did you think? Think wrongly, you will die alone. On those grounds, tell me, what can we build?
*There is a popular Spanish refrain that says: think worngly and you will be right.
WHEN WE SPEAK
When I speak about war I’m not speaking about the military, I speak about facing what you think is wrong and not doing like the others and looking away, even if it is more upsetting, more complicated. It’s not that you’re looking for trouble, because you already had problems, and this is the only way of solving them. What matters is trying, what matters is the attitude, facing problems is not a matter of youth. When I speak about courage, when I speak about bravery, I’m not speaking about tough guys, superheroes or robots, I’m speaking about ordinary people, like you and me, who decide to confront what scares them. It is normal to be afraid, there is always something to fear because, although not many, there are still some things to lose. What makes you brave, what makes you not back down, is the fact that even though the fear is strong, some things are more important. When we speak about war, when we speak about love, when we speak about courage, when we speak about bravery, we are not speaking about fiction or adventure novels, we are speaking about our life, but also about yours.
You skip rope with the imposed line of normality. It wasn’t your choice but you’re paying for it, that’s your reality. You prove more lucid than many people who dared to judge. Your priority is to be strong for you and for the others.
The never ending lightning bolt. Some years ago they named the pain in you. A mix of illness and feelings, not easy to tell between. You got tired of being the victim of a hostile environment. You become aware and look for ways not to succumb.
The never ending lightning bolt. Some storms go by, others last longer, but I know well that you won’t give up.
UNTIL THE END
And they say it is normal to see them as objects: goods, property, living machines. Wings that won’t fly, legs that won’t run, eyes that die out too soon. And they say it is normal to doom their lives, forced to live. Loneliness and confinement. Because that milk you see was not for you, because that leather you see was coating others. The situation won’t end until we don’t put an end to some of our prejudices and habits, because in case of oppression staying neutral always helps the oppressor and never the animals. Set free. Spread. Question. Till the end.
– Noviembre 2013 –
THE MOST PRECIOUS PROPERTY (DECISIÓN COVER)
So many things seen that we shouldn’t have seen. Partners bleeding at our side.
So many hard blows we had to feel. Your batons have marked our backs.
Calls of pain…acquaintances have been arrested.
How to face the situation, fear and sadness gather in their gazes.
One by one and in silence against the wall, humiliating controls for immigrants
The naughty kids have to learn by force, their pills making them silent.
Friends…aging and dying between the cement.
Animals… a whole life of enclosure and sadness
How many people cry alone in their room, they couldn’t handle the bitten* ryhthm that marks a world of misery, selfishness and loneliness… the fractures in society.
What does it take to keep the hope alive, when it’s easier to lose hope.
Lack of understanding by those close to you, unable to understand.
And they have asked you why, and they haven’t understand,
Everything is inside you, Everything is inside you,
Hopes that try to come out, the strength that is inside you…
You know and understand why, you know and understand why…
Discovering ideas makes you realise that there are people out there who can think for themselves.
By gathering dreams and making them real, launching the tools for the fight.
Moments of tension…we hear the ball shots nearby.
You give me the strength and the courage, I forget the fear and we move on
By standing up against whatever way of thinking, in a world of blind and silenced people.
By knowing people that provided experiences that opened our way
Feelings… more than just fondness and affection
Senasations… that make every sigh worthy
For all the times I turned around and felt you at my back, looking after us and taking care of our backs.
For all the times that I looked into your eyes and learnt that anything can happen to us.
For all the people silenced because of their way of thinking, persecuted and confined for years, losing a dream that escapes, preventing from living it.
Women and men proud of a common commitment, holding true to what they believe, they gave all they could with anger and with their heart…living their lives fighting for anarchy.
That it was easy, that it was fragile, that it was whole, that it was eternal
Summer seasonal, long-lasting in the in the Winter,
Returned a miracle, otherwise a hell, an issue of boys with girls, and a thing just for two.
That’s the way they told us love should be…
And we failed so many times, that it felt like a sentence. We even thought it wasn’t worth it.
But there were always reasons to try again. You just had to be brave, it just had to be reinvented.
So love wouldn’t be something to be afraid of. A game of two, where someone must loose. Not a fantasy and never a chore. Is not about investing all your time in pain.
Is not something you can always define, nor something to avoid for fear of suffering.
Nor something legally binding, nor something we need to feel special.
Love for us is a relationship between equals. In bed as you like, horizontal in life.
BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS
Blood, running through your veins. Sweat, from your effort. Tears, running down your face. If you are alive, you know these well.
END OF THE OBEDIENCE
Who doesn’t respect even the worth of life, what could they demand when someone points at them? Mazes of ideas that protect their feud, must be sabotaged until they are destroyed.
Living in a way of slavery that it’s accepted as something natural, a big rejection to the social order, it’s an obvious symptom of health.
End of the obedience
Surrounded by violence and coercion since children. They attack us with patience, with civility and their rites. If we talk in their language and think with their ideas, we won’t find an exit, we would never have an exit!
There would never be even a regret, for the harm of those, that wish without hesitating our harm. Achieving the victory over the ones that confront, doesn’t make the injustice less unfair.
Living a way of slavery that it’s been accepted as something natural, a big reject to the social order, it’s an obvious symptom of health.
End of the obedience
I FEEL INSIDE
If passion make us move in the middle of this dessert, and we aspire to learn from the mistakes and good choices. If we really want to give importance to ideas. We can’t wait, even when things get bad.
I feel inside, that my heart pumps hard. And this is my election: follow the north star. I won’t be stopped, by the unexpected events of the road. Every decision, makes our destiny.
We don’t want to give up, without playing all the cards. There is so much to give, meanwhile there is health and will. The are no recipes to win, from the night to the morning. You have your imagination, your hands and perseverance.
I feel inside.
The years have passed and it can be valued, what we wanted to do, what we could achieve.
What was real, what remained, what wasn’t bad and what has been lost.
Any day like today you and me will die, it will be our end and there won’t be any solution.
When I have to go, I don’t want to feel that I haven’t made the most of my time.
That I didn’t know how to appreciate those I met, that I didn’t fight for what I believed in, that I didn’t recognize everything that I did wrong and didn’t improve so that I wouldn’t do it again.
We already have thousands of stories and there will be so many more ahead of us when sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry.
Try to learn, to make it better, by putting your heart and soul into it.
Put your heart into it, even though you may bleed, and have the courage to listen.
Be persistant, even if it’s difficult to breath, because there’s no other option: anarchy and freedom.
The morning started like any day and the sun ray burn my skin. I couldn’t imagine waking up like this, our bodies shaking while watching you leave.
Thunderous noise, everything quieted down. Hunters without face in your room. The van was shut, you can’t leave and now I feel the impulse to run to you. One address, one envelope, one paper: kilometer 6, regional 220. An imposition that sentenced you and made me feel like I was splitted in two.
And now I have to hold on and stand up. If the sun burns again I will recover. Sharing the pain will help us live. You must never forget that we are here.
Another Saturday, the alarm rings and Im wishing to give you heat. A while later I have to leave, is 40 minutes behind that glass. Who could invent such a cruel place? Who locks up someone for a monthly salary? Thoughts that won’t stop comming. And when I arrive home I cross out one more day.
In a devastating world is not so easy to find a new environment to live and feel alive. And, without that peace everything else is harder. People to share with, acts to vibrate with, that would be your place: look until you find it. Is essential: everything else, as it comes it goes. Look for life in the scheduled death.
Look for your life in the scheduled death.
MADRID 2011 (ACCIDENTE COVER)
Vibrant lights illuminate cardboard homes, and winter is almost here.
Love and puke share bars and clubs, and ATMs are thirsty…
In my neighborhood there are no benches or fountains anymore,
Today the houses are Ikea’s, and the letters are always urgent, from the corners, a CCTV “protects” us…
A suited crowd walks up and down consuming the Gran Vía (Madrid Street)
Someone jumped from the train platform, In the holders: stock market, football scores, “witchcraft”
and Channel parade… On the street common people have met, the pigs identify the ‘different’. Today, girls and boys in my neighborhood show their teeth!