10/07/2010 Catalunya Declaires Indipendence

I don't know since when they're doing that.
I mean: claiming, enshrining,
cherishing and trasmitting from a generation to the other: a word to the other
a mouth to the heart.
a cascade of ancient sounds whiffled aways through the centuries.
not only the mark of a language but
the brand of the authenticity blindly submitted to the
rules of the convenients agreements
of the men who's denying the past
and keep disowning the worthiness of the present.



This afternoon while I was walking back home,
I've been amazed by all these multitudes of people
in procesessions
of all the ages and types.



I am not one of them. I am not from this place
but I am their guest. For all this time
I've been here I never been welcomed or
supported by the stupid laws that has made the history
a promiscous cauldron of coincidence.
I am not walking on treaty piece of papers
and shaked hands. I am walking on a land that belongs
to this people and to anybody else
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barcelona 10/07/2010