"A KID BEGS US TO KEEP FIGHTING BARCELONA, SUMMER 2020

We failed to breathe.

And make no mistake,
It was long before this crisis
That we started drowning.

It’s easy, but somehow it seems that
we have forgotten it:
There is no isolated problem,
everything is related.

(With pity)

Oh, come on, look at us.

Loyal and predictable to corps,
Angry yet apathetic with governments,
Unreliable and ambiguous with those around us.

(Slightly angry, going on a climax)

Punch-drunk by a matrix of empty stimuli, sensationalism and notifications,
we have built cathedrals of bullshit
on top of our essential needs.

And, by doing this,
we contaminated our own lives
with fake plastic desires.

We choked –

crashed by the weight of those in power.

(Softer)

We made the world sick.

(Growing again)

But now, as I see all these people opening their eyes,
occupying the streets,
challenging the way they live,
rediscovering the pleasure of time,

savouring again

the sense of community,

the flavour of justice,

the simplicity of love.

Now I only wish I could be there too.

So I’ll ask you this:
give me time to join you —

I hope you will be still there
by the time I’m old enough
to take to the street.

(Growing again)

The time has come.
We have to play our a-game.
The time to thrive, and flourish.

The time to know what we want
and to think twice how to ask for it.

We won’t let the machine devour,
once again, our instance for change.

From the seabed of this liquid reality,

we will be reaching the light,
and start breathing again.

Or maybe for the first time.

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