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People who opposed the government were shot by beautiful women in France in the 1800s.
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I'm just a child.
Still do not distinguish well the violence of authority.
I get scared just crossing our eyes.
His hand lifted me infinitely small. No beat me more.
I just want to play to be older, to imitate what I see around me, to be the bravest of superheroes of fiction, but I'm still a kid.
I want to go play with mine. To dream that all this is just an adventure.
That you will give me your hand and help me to up.
Please, Mr. Policeman, do not hit me that I have not learned to hate.
We were born in the night. In her we live. We shall die there.
But the light will be tomorrow for those more, for all those who today mourn the night, for those who denies the day
for those who death is a gift, for those who life is prohibited.
For everyone the light. Everything for everyone.
Soy solo un niño.
Todavía no distingo bien la violencia de la autoridad.
Me asusto con solo cruzar nuestras miradas.
Su mano levantada me hace infinitamente pequeño. No me pegue más.
Solo quiero jugar a ser mayor, a imitar lo que veo a mi alrededor, a ser el más valiente de los superhéroes de ficción, pero sigo siendo un crío.
Quiero irme a jugar con los míos. Soñar que todo esto es solo una aventura.
Que usted me va a dar la mano y me ayudará a levantarme.
Por favor, señor policía, no me pegue que todavía no he aprendido a odiar.
Nosotros nacimos de la noche. En ella vivimos. Moriremos en ella.
Pero la luz será mañana para los más, para todos aquellos que hoy lloran la noche, para quienes se niega el día,
para quienes es regalo la muerte, para quienes está prohibida la vida.
Para todos la luz. Para todos todo.
- June 2010. Several children are beaten by police during protests of 15,000 textile workers in Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh
- Mississippi 1965. A 5 year old boy was attacked by police while protesting peacefully, precisely, against police violence
- October 2001. A group of soldiers of the IDF retains a Palestinian youth after Friday prayers in the old part of Jerusalem
- June 2010. Several children are beaten by police during protests of 15,000 textile workers in Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh
- December 2005. Israeli checkpoints. Thousands of Palestinians are daily humiliated and surprised in their movement between Palestinian territories
- March 2011. A police officer in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, sprayed with pepper spray a girl who accompanies her mother in a demonstration for social benefits
font: Taringa - Cubadebate
thanks to: Red Zapatista de Liberación (RZL)
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Still do not distinguish well the violence of authority.
I get scared just crossing our eyes.
His hand lifted me infinitely small. No beat me more.
I just want to play to be older, to imitate what I see around me, to be the bravest of superheroes of fiction, but I'm still a kid.
I want to go play with mine. To dream that all this is just an adventure.
That you will give me your hand and help me to up.
Please, Mr. Policeman, do not hit me that I have not learned to hate.
We were born in the night. In her we live. We shall die there.
But the light will be tomorrow for those more, for all those who today mourn the night, for those who denies the day
for those who death is a gift, for those who life is prohibited.
For everyone the light. Everything for everyone.
Soy solo un niño.
Todavía no distingo bien la violencia de la autoridad.
Me asusto con solo cruzar nuestras miradas.
Su mano levantada me hace infinitamente pequeño. No me pegue más.
Solo quiero jugar a ser mayor, a imitar lo que veo a mi alrededor, a ser el más valiente de los superhéroes de ficción, pero sigo siendo un crío.
Quiero irme a jugar con los míos. Soñar que todo esto es solo una aventura.
Que usted me va a dar la mano y me ayudará a levantarme.
Por favor, señor policía, no me pegue que todavía no he aprendido a odiar.
Nosotros nacimos de la noche. En ella vivimos. Moriremos en ella.
Pero la luz será mañana para los más, para todos aquellos que hoy lloran la noche, para quienes se niega el día,
para quienes es regalo la muerte, para quienes está prohibida la vida.
Para todos la luz. Para todos todo.
- June 2010. Several children are beaten by police during protests of 15,000 textile workers in Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh
- Mississippi 1965. A 5 year old boy was attacked by police while protesting peacefully, precisely, against police violence
- October 2001. A group of soldiers of the IDF retains a Palestinian youth after Friday prayers in the old part of Jerusalem
- June 2010. Several children are beaten by police during protests of 15,000 textile workers in Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh
- December 2005. Israeli checkpoints. Thousands of Palestinians are daily humiliated and surprised in their movement between Palestinian territories
- March 2011. A police officer in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, sprayed with pepper spray a girl who accompanies her mother in a demonstration for social benefits
font: Taringa - Cubadebate
thanks to: Red Zapatista de Liberación (RZL)
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