Categoría: Inglés

Translated  by Marvin Najarro  Football soccer is the passion of passions, and this is something that is not under discussion. We all know that. As a passion it has the irreverence of making us trill in unison, wherever we are, speak the language we speak; by its universal character. The goal is the closest to touching the firmament with the fingertips; who scores a goal has achieved immortality, it does no matter whether the game is played on a poor neighborhood street and with a rag ball. Passion, (as I like to call football soccer) is one of the most…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  Write, write, write, write. Write if it rains, if it is sunny, if it is cloudy, with candlelight, amid the noise, the silence, at dawn, at noon, in the bathroom, on the bus, on the street, in the confinement of alienation. Write in drunkenness, sobriety, distress, tears, loss, and abandonment. In alienation. In abundance. In addiction. Despite the circumstances, write.

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  They don’t even come to be the last of the line, they are those of the subsoil, those of the sewer, those of the ditches by pickax and iron bar who carry in their shoulders the insult and scorn of an indifferent and double standard society that dishonors them. Those exploited day and night, every day, anywhere. Those of the weather-beaten back and the cracked hands, those of the wounded soul since time immemorial. Those of the transparent gaze and riddled chest.

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  Most times, if we decide to follow our dreams, that which makes us happy, we will find opposition among family and friends, society and the system; by upbringing patterns, stereotypes, ignorance or by simple imposition. Our only tool to defend ourselves is resistance: resist, resist, resist until the last day. Resist with passion, dedication, rapture, and love. Resistance often take us to loneliness, to absolute solitude, and it is in that solitude, in the turbulence of the battle, that our fears are revealed and from the depths of our being the most sublime of our unshakable…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  In the early days of the 1990s, Ciudad Peronia began to fill with shacks and people who came from other poor neighborhoods and from the country’s west to invade the sector now known as El Mirador. It consisted of brushwood, tepetate streets, and an open-air market; a dusty place where vendors threw empty sacks and cardboard boxes to serve as a table to display their products on.

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  Already the nightmare of migrating without documents is terrible enough as to add to it being the victim of trafficking for sexual exploitation, labor, and of organs of men, women and children, with the latter two being the most vulnerable. Not to mention the LGBTI community which besides being discriminated against, suffers a great deal of abuse due to homophobia and patriarchy. The undocumented is a population constantly exposed to all types of abuse, both from mafias and government authorities of the countries of origin, transit, destination and return. A migrant in transit lives in a…

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Translated  by Marvin Najarro  Patriarchy should be a topic of conversation, as when we talk about football, music, literature, art, movies, etc., etc. We should speak of patriarchy and its consequences, in school, college, social gatherings, everywhere and at all times. Why? Because it is our enemy to defeat, and it is not a theme that involves only feminists, we do not have to be feminist to talk about patriarchy; patriarchy is hurting us all, some more than others, because a man doesn’t get killed because of his gender, but women do.

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Translated by Marvin Najarro  I remember, as a child, when after selling ice creams at the market on weekends, I returned home at two o’clock in the afternoon, (at 12:30 a.m. on weekdays, because I had to go to school at 1 o’clock) and set out with my friends, each of us with a bag, to collect trash from house to house to go dump it at the ravine; we were paid 25 cents for a bag.

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Translated by Marvin Najarro  The north is not always the United States, the north, for migrants and displaced people is a distant place where they go in search of a utopia. Forced by the circumstances which are the result of the ineffectiveness of a state, an historical oppressive system, and an inhuman and insensitive society. Pushed by the circumstances they migrate from the town to the capital or to another country, and these change their lives. Since the moment they step out their nests, they will never be the same again. Something breaks up, something so valuable and intimate which…

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Translated by Marvin Najarro  Since the beginning the patriarchal system has imposed upon us the way we should walk or sit, everything regarding the role of gender, not to mention behaviors since they come in categories according to stereotypes and prejudices; by upbringing patterns or because we as grownups chose to register them to our own convenience. In this life there is nothing more damaging than the sexist and misogynist patriarchal pattern which has been exacted upon us as a society. Potential mother, proclaim the Mother’s Day greetings to women who do not have children, as if all women, by…

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Translated by Marvin Najarro At this time in any street, bar, corner, home and brushwood of Latin America, a girl, a teenager and a woman is being raped, in the next five minutes dozens more will be abused, by noon will be hundreds and by the evening, thousands . Most of them will be beaten, many murdered in hate crimes, some will disappear and nothing will ever be known about them, possibly they will die in the hells of human trafficking, and of others their bodies will appear dismembered in any street, in a garbage bag or a sack. Of those…

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