“It happened once and since then it happens every day [...] let’s not see what happens here. Such is the world, and no one today is a prophet in his dominion.”

I’ve been told about something else since time and time, I can’t see anything else and nothing I would never have done, and what can’t be created alone, I’ve ended up doing every day. And when I get tired, when the view turns blue for a moment, when I feel that I disappear, when I am identified, in that fear, I remember that I am not the only one and then, I move on.

“It’s my first time” was once: to take the first steps, your first words (“mother”), a first illusion (a kiss) and the defeat that it implies, to be part of something, to start approaching, to organize a demonstration.

First of all we remind each other because they are a roadmap to clarify who we are, they are witnesses of our identity for being the one who has never stopped doing it or for not repeating it again.

Obviously, the world is getting older and we are facing it, not for the first time, but a new reaction. The mythical phrase “history repeats itself” must also be true.

We have at our disposal a complete tool (it’s all because of that disgusting mobile) that offers us thousands of possibilities of not being anywhere, while being able to change everything that is tangible to their respective screen (boomer).

I don’t want fascist greetings, I don’t want to greet fascists, I don’t want bombs, I don’t want NATO, I don’t want police, I don’t want side infiltrators, I don’t want restrictions, I don’t want military spending, I don’t want deaths at the border, I don’t want genocide.

And so on.

“The answer that aims to abolish an action” is not the same as “that which favors the restoration of the first abolished”, and that is why it is up to us to strike the second as hard as possible. The 25th of January is an ephemeris of this. Being clear that we don’t play in a simple day of time, but in guaranteeing the condition for another reality.

When the rainbow is, after all, people, when it is impossible to discern when the shout begins and ends, when you follow a scream for the first time, you one a week, taking the streets with a voice, knowing that it does not end here, accept what is there or join the fight.

“I have never had an original thought” because we are not the only ones in the world. For those who think they have nothing to do, believing that time escapes them and that their existence cannot contribute, a few words from a full heart:

“Joining a movement means assuming part of the responsibility for the events being prepared, becoming a direct author of them [...]. Every young proletarian who feels the weight of his class slavery on his shoulders must carry out his first act of liberation by enrolling in the socialist youth organization closest to his home.”