A Rosendo Radilla Pacheco
There is a form of protest that bothers me: the memory.
The memory become dangerous fashion is punctured and pity facts: the twists.
memory there is overturning everything.
sorrows and struggles are taking place with merchandising . They are excuses for the chaos to the vent. And I worry that considered banal and even humorous.
accurate There are days that do not celebrate or suffer in any community: it is forgotten.
And days boils from who knows where the screams and the date is when we arrived with our mask and a sweet treat to sweeten it. To be Mexican patriot. To be obedient civic. To be anything between the vacuum of the mass. To be actively involved. To be a vandal brave. To be convinced that this pain and joy is also ours.
scars absence of the other generations removed. Ours spare, so quiet despite all rested at the weekend.
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