Categoría: Inglés

Translated  by Katrina Hassan I’ve always wanted to learn French so that I could read Nausea and The Words in Sartre’s language. In translations, no matter how good they are, at some point, the essence is lost. Purity of the text is retained if read in the language in which it was originally written.   More than anything, I’d love to listen to the great Edith Piaf’s songs in their original language. It’s not the same to listen to a song and not understand what is being said. The language of the heart is universal, and Edith’s is a pure soul. I’ve also…

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Translated  by Katrina Hassan The day of the year doesn’t matter, neither does the weather. Even if it is pouring rain, they are always there. From dusk until dawn, breaking their back.  Their bodies, a work tool, and their means of survival. It doesn’t matter if they think or feel. If they ask themselves what time it is. A clock, for the exploited worker, never stops ticking. It matters not that they have blisters or a toothache. No matter if a relative died, or if their child is born. They are always there. Breaking their backs. They are never seen as a  person. On…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  In order for a fascist to win the presidency of a country, millions of fascists are needed, and who in times of democracy end up killing it by giving their vote to a right-wing extremist. Because a bloody dictatorship is one thing, but it’s quite another that millions of people, by their own will, vote for a fascist and make him president. The fascist’s name is irrelevant, we are surrounded by them; we are them: we all have a fascist in our families, among friends, acquaintances, coworkers, in our community; we ourselves have something of a…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  When listening to Luna de Xelajú, the chirimía and the tum, or when marveling at the gigantic kites of Santiago Sacatepéquez we experience a feeling of nostalgia. When the aboriginal peoples’ multicolored clothes leave us speechless, stunned, suddenly a certain something takes hold of us, akin to a kind of pride for a multicultural Guatemala; it’s what we export: something called folklore. The indigenous peoples are used for that, to be the folklore of Guatemala before the world. Those designs embroidered on pieces of clothing worn by the indigenous peoples are seen in blankets, napkins, wallets,…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  They made us believe that progress is in cement; that cement is progress. They made us believe that industrialization means prosperity of societies. That in order to industrialize, deforestation has to be ruthlessly implemented and entire peoples destroyed: stealing their water, land, food and any vital means of subsistence. These peoples, we were told, do not matter, and if they resist, they must be eliminated by sheer repression, that’s the reason of genocides that afflict the collective memory. They told us that civilization is a necessary concept for the survival of humanity, and that we the…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  No trace must remain of progressive Latin America, no trace of the Niño Arañero, Néstor, Lula, Dilma; no trace of Evo, Correa, Maduro; no trace of Mujica, Lugo, Manuel Zelaya. And of course, no trace of Cristina. And let there be no doubt that they will also try to destroy López Obrador  – destroy the leaders in order to destroy the people; destroy Historical Memory, because by eliminating the root there is no offspring, and the powerless peoples become puppets and an amorphous mass obedient to the criminal oligarchy of Latin American and the world.  In order…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro   In the United States, the issue of racism and xenophobia is not new; the North American Native Peoples say it was used against them by the invaders, while carrying out the biggest genocide in history and later when they were confined in prisons to which they gave the name of reservations.  The thousands undocumented Chinese who were used to build the San Francisco Bridge could talk about the issue of racism. Afro-descendants could speak about the time of slavery, and the invasion of the African continent. They could talk from the prisons, the parks, public spaces,…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro    The most recent example of what treason means to a people is currently being experienced in Ecuador, which trusted Lenin Moreno and chose him as its president thanks to Rafael Correa’s courage who honored him with his support at a critical moment for all of Latin America. But neither Correa nor the Latin American peoples ever imagined that he would be the region’s big traitor of the last hundred years, and that with all his hatred and pettiness (because he knows very well that he will never be even the shadow of Correa’s shoes) he…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro    Two sisters countries, Afro descendants, with a mixture from the immense amount of slaves brought by the kingdoms of France, Spain, the Dutch and Anglo corsairs for five centuries. Two countries that share an island in the middle of the sea, with the same social fabric, and language as the only difference: in the Dominican Republic the Spanish is spoken while Creole in Haiti.   Both countries impoverished, invaded, plundered and dominated by mafias that have taken over the governments for decades. Oligarchies that reproduce hatred, racism and exclusion for their own benefit; which enslave…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro    The most visible imprint of the dictatorships imposed by the United States in Latin America can be seen every day in the thousands of migrants who are forced to leave their own countries trying to save their lives, and obtain shelter and food in the United States, which is presented by the experts in deception as the mecca, as the water that quench thirst; like the dreamland where all dreams come true.   A Latin America impoverished by post dictatorship neoliberal governments, made up of corrupt and mobs of looters who have created drug and…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  Since humanity’s early days, history has been trampled on by patriarchal, misogynistic, homophobic, racist, classist, and xenophobic beings and, in the particular case of Latin America, colonized minds have been in charge of disregarding women like Evita who never fit into the patriarchal yoke, and who were never seduced by the honey of power, and on the contrary, were their greatest critics. Evita is the poetry of the rebellion of the peoples. The patriarchy, which knows no ideology places her in history as a passionate being; it has never seen her as an intellectual being with…

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