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A dream or nightmare....

Last night I had a dream or nightmare ... weird dark, I did not want to remember it again, but they say that writing or talking about it, helps to forget it. I was walking through Barcelona, ​​it looked like Paseo de Gracia, I'm sure, the streets were empty of vehicles, only people walking in silence ... there was not a sound, not even the one they made while walking, they passed by me side but without touching me, ,,,, when you get to Calle Aragon, in one of its corners, where La Cros used to be, there was something in its entrance that was half hidden by people, who passed by, stopped, watched and followed with that walk without a destination, so I saw them. I wanted to know what was causing them to stop and observe, to cross the street and finally I could see what was on the sidewalk at the entrance of that building ... there was simply a tumulus with four large candles lit and on top of a coffin open ... not wanted to look what contained inside but something inside me called to do it ... and look, what I saw inside really blew my blood, the bier was full of pieces badly cut fabric , mixed with each other, there were three flags, La Senyera, La Española and Estelada ... I was stuck there, but then I followed my way aimlessly as all the people around me ... and so I woke up. By nekrokris

Only one phrase...

Today I would stay with a single sentence of Albert Camus! "It was in Spain where my generation learned that one can be right and be defeated, that force can destroy the soul, and that sometimes courage does not get rewarded" Del dia d'avui em quedaria amb una sola frase d'Albert Camus !!!! "Va ser a Espanya on la meva generació va aprendre que un pot tenir raó i ser derrotat, que la força pot destruir l'ànima, i que de vegades el coratge no obté recompensa"

La calle es nuestra " Al carre es nostra"

Dicen "Al carre es nostra" "La calle es nuestra" No espereis violencia contra violencia ya sea escrita, de palabra o de obra.... si vuestras armas son esas, todo estara perdido ,porque los movimientos pacificos, el no entrar en dialogos morbidos y desagradables para contestaros o incitaciones al odio ya sea de palabra o de obra... no es nuestra meta y si es la vuestra escribireis, hablareis o incitareis al aire que os rodea, no a nosotros... vuestra consigan es "a por ellos" la nuestra es simplemente no entrar en el juego... eso hizo Gandhi y salio con todo su pueblo del yugo de Inglaterra...lo hizo en silencio y sin luchar, su unica arma la sonrisa, la paciencia y la fuerza espiritual... Que leccion estan dando nuestro jovenes, que tienen la sangre caliente como cualquier adolescente, pero estan dotados de un cerebro que piensa y quieren tener un futuro, que parece que se les esta negando... hay que abrir nuevas puertas dicen , y lo hacen en la calle, con risas y canticos... dicen que la calle es de ellos, y yo me pregunto si no es de ellos? de quien es? They say "Al carre es nostra" "The street is ours" Do not expect violence against violence either written, verbal or deed .... if your weapons are those, everything will be lost, because the peaceful movements, not entering into morbid and unpleasant dialogues to answer or incite hatred either of word or deed ... is not our goal and if it is yours you will write, you will speak or incite the air that surrounds you, not us ... your get is "for them" ours is simply not to enter the game ... that Gandhi did and left with all his people from the yoke of England ... he did it in silence and without fighting, his only weapon is the smile, the patience and the spiritual strength ... What lesson is our youth giving us? they have hot blood like any teenager, but they are endowed with a brain that thinks and wants to have a future, which seems to be being denied ... we have to open new doors, they say, and they do it in the street, with laughter and chants ... they say the street is theirs, and I wonder if it's not from them? whose is it?

This morning in old Barcelona ...

This morning in old Barcelona ... Dawn, the rain has stopped giving way to a cloudy autumn morning. I get stretched, the little light on the outside makes my sweet Dante who is sleeping at my feet wake up. Many days ago, I left my walks in those areas preferred by me, old Barcelona ... El Borne, Barrio Gotico, la Ribera ... why? fear? prudence? I suppose both. These places have been, along with downtown hot spots during these weeks of political turmoil. But this cloudy morning, has made me think, nothing and nobody will make me change habits, I have to be the same until the end. So with a cafe au lait and a desire to return to my old walks, I took the metro and got off at Arc de Triomphe, emblematic monument next to the Supreme Court Palace and taking a short walk I have reached the old Borne, cultural "CCM" there as I have always stopped to have a coffee in one of its lovely terraces, the climate invites even to be a while enjoying that special quiet that have those old quarters of my city, there I wrote those lines. The terraces with people as always, and a coming and going of foreigners, never fail here. The streets preparing cultural events, in a word Barcelona seems the usual, but only in its packaging ... because the silence reigns in general, the faces are pensive or tense, I would deceive if I said that I have not heard laughter, because I have heard them, but few and it is that the politicians have almost finished their work ... I curse them all. They have succeeded in not only partially erasing our smile in this sweet Catalunya, they have really succeeded in reviving that hatred buried in time, which has always marked our race, because wherever we are, this Iberian Peninsula lost in the Mediterranean has in its lands people like that, it needs very little to make reborn the beast of the past in the background I think we have been like this for millennia and we will never change. Some of us do not understand that hatred, that nationalism, so-called patriotism, because that's what our banner is made of, wherever they are, surrounded by those who are immersed in old and retro ideas. With these thoughts I have returned home after my relaxed walk but only with an idea in my mind ... to feel even further from this voragine and today more than I never wanted to say, that there is a way to live very well, feeling like I do it, because I have never been Catalan, Spanish or even European, if not citizen of a global world that although agonized is my only nest and I will never tire of repeating it. By nekrokris Esta mañana en la vieja Barcelona... Amanece, la lluvia ha cesado dando paso a una nublada mañana de Otoño. Me desperezo, la poca luz del exterior logra que mi dulce Dante que esta dormitando a mis pies va despertando. Hace muchos dias, que he abandonado mis paseos por esas zonas preferidas por mi, de la vieja Barcelona... El Borne, el Barrio Gotico, la Ribera... porque? miedo? prudencia? supongo que las dos cosas. Estos lugares han sido, junto con el centro de la ciudad lugares calientes durante estas semanas de agitacion politica. Pero esta nublada mañana, me ha hecho recapacitar, nada ni nadie va hacerme cambiar de habitos, he de ser la misma hasta el final. Asi pues con un cafe con leche y unas ansias de retomar mis antiguos paseos,he tomado el metro y he bajado en Arco del Triunfo, emblematico monumento al lado del Palacio del Tribunal Supremo y dando un corto paseo he llegado al viejo Borne, actual centro cultural "CCM"ahi como siempre he parado a tomar un cafe en una de sus acojedoras terracitas, el clima invita aun a estar un rato disfrutando de esa especial quietud que tienen esos barrios viejos de mi ciudad, ahi he escrito esas lineas. Las terracitas con gente como siempre, y un ir y venir de extranjeros, aqui nunca fallan. Las calles preparando eventos culturales, en una palabra Barcelona parece la de siempre, pero solo en su envoltorio... porque el silencio reina en general, los rostros estan pensativos o crispados, engañaria si dijera que no he escuchado risas, porque las he oido, pero pocas y es que realmente los politicos han terminado casi su labor.. a todos ellos los maldigo. Han logrado no solo borrar en parte nuestra sonrisa en esta dulce Catalunya, realmente han conseguido, revivir ese odio enterrado en el tiempo, que siempre ha marcado a nuestra raza, porque seamos de donde seamos, esta Peninsula Iberica perdida en el Mediterraneo, tiene en sus tierras gente asi, que necesita muy poco para hacer renacer la bestia del pasado en el fondo creo que asi hemos sido durante milenios y ya nunca cambiaremos. Algunos no entendemos ese odio, ese nacionalismo mal llamado patriotismo,porque de eso esta hecho nuestra de banderas sean de donde sean, enarvoladas por quienes esta inmersos en ideas viejas y retrogadas. Con esos pensamientos he vuelto a casa tras mi relajado paseo pero solo con una idea en mi mente... la de sentirme aun mas lejos de esta voragine y hoy mas que nunca quisiera decir, que existe una forma de vivir muy bien, sintiendose como yo lo hago, porque nunca he sido ni catalana, ni española ni tan solo europea,si no ciudadana de un Mundo global que aunque agoniza es mi unico nido y nunca me cansare de reptirlo. Por nekrokris

We are losing our nest..

Looking for the light, in the darkness of a world that breaks, it stirs of pain, that pain of one who has been mortally wounded and does not do it in silence ... does not know silence. When she was happy, her life was plethoric and her sounds helped us to feel alive and to love her, it was certainly normal, being her and only her our nest. But now we are terrified of their sounds and their reactions .. is so painful and really their only release is violence. The sweet sound of the waves of their seas and oceans have turned into terrible rumbles, destroying with anger all that is within their reach. The beautiful sound of the wind agitating the trees, has been transformed into endless tornadoes and hurricanes, sowing death and destruction. And when his pain is almost irresistible opens his entrails enguyendo in that attack of madness everything that is around him. We have wounded to death, not only our beautiful and warm nest ... and do not lead us to deceit, we have come to harm our great Mother Earth with inexplicable limits. Now there is no cure, after the Industrial Revolution, the man's mad career for murdering our beautiful Planet has been his goal and he has really succeeded. By nekrokris Estamos perdiendo nuestro nido.. Buscando la luz, entre las tinieblas de un Mundo que se rompe, se agita de dolor, de ese dolor de quien ha sido herido de muerte y no lo hace en silencio... no conoce el silencio. Cuando era feliz, su vida era pletorica y sus sonidos nos ayudaban a sentirnos vivos y amarla, sin duda era algo normal, siendo ella y solo ella nuestro nido. Pero ahora nos aterran sus sonidos y sus reacciones.. anda tan dolorida y realmente su unico desahogo es la violencia. El dulce sonido de las olas de sus mares y oceanos se han tornado en terribles estruendos destruyendo con ira, todo lo que esta a su alcance. El bello sonido del viento agitando los arboles, se ha transformado en inacabables tornados y huracanes, sembrando la muerte y la destruccion. Y cuando su dolor es casi irresistible abre sus entrañas enguyendo en ese ataque de locura todo cuanto se halla a su alrededor. Hemos herido de muerte, no solo a nuestro hermoso y tibio nido...y no nos llevemos a engaño, hemos llegado a dañar a nuestra gran madre Tierra con limites inexplicables. Ahora ya no tiene cura, tras la Revolucion industrial, la loca carrera del hombre por asesinar a nuestro bello Planeta ha sido su meta y realmente lo ha conseguido. Por nekrokris

Union make force!!!

Hoy la Democracia en Catalunya ha dado un gran paso adelante en su historia y a la vez un gran paso atras, hacia esa falsa independencia, en la que la mayor parte de catalanes no habiamos dado nuestro voto.... el si del dia 1 de octubre estaba ahi, aun dentro de la ilegalidad, pero y esos 5 millones de no queriamos la secesion? hoy hemos tenido nuestro momento democratico, y ha sido impresionante, brutal, lleno de union, de esa union que casi parecia olvidada, que habia quedado dormida, hoy la prensa manipulada queda olvidada, ella es la que en parte ha conseguido la violencia entre nosotros de estos ultimos dias. Hoy no es dia de politica, hoy es dia de ratificar aquellas viejas palabras que aun suenan en mis oidos :El pueblo unido jamas sera vencido, y resuenan en todos los idiomas y de aquella España que lucho con ainco para conseguir un nuevo Estado , un estado que tuviera un futuro no solo en Europa , si no en el Mundo. Cuando hace unas semanas dije que no era ciudadana de Catalunya, ni de España ni del Mundo, hoy orgullosa lo ratifico, la union de los pueblos hace la fuerza y crea el futuro..... Avui la Democràcia a Catalunya ha donat un gran pas endavant en la seva història i alhora un gran pas enrere, cap a aquesta falsa independència, en la qual la major part de catalans no haviem donat el nostre vot .... el si del dia 1 de l'octubre estava ahi, fins i tot dins de la il·legalitat, però i aquests 5 milions de no voliem la secessió? avui hem tingut el nostre moment democràtic, i ha estat impressionant, brutal, ple d'union, d'aquesta unió que gairebé semblava oblidada, que havia quedat adormida, avui la premsa manipulada queda oblidada, ella és la que en part ha aconseguit la violència entre nosaltres d'aquests darrers dies. Avui no és dia de politica, avui és dia de ratificar aquelles velles paraules que encara sonen en les meves orelles: El poble unit mai serà vençut, i ressonen en tots els idiomes i d'aquella Espanya que lluito amb AINCO per aconseguir un nou estat, un estat que tingués un futur no només a Europa, sinó en el Món. Quan fa unes setmanes vaig dir que no era ciudada de Catalunya, ni d'Espanya ni del Món, avui orgullosa el ratifico, la unió dels pobles fa la força i crea el futur ..... Today the Democracy in Catalonia has taken a great step forward in its history and at the same time a great step back, towards that false independence, in which the majority of Catalans had not given our vote .... the yes of day 1 of October was there, even within the illegality, but and those 5 million of us did not want the secession? today we have had our democratic moment, and it has been impressive, brutal, full of union, that union that almost seemed forgotten, that had fallen asleep, today the manipulated press is forgotten, she is the one who has partly achieved the violence between us of these last days. Today is not a day of politics, today is a day to ratify those old words that still ring in my ears: The united people will never be defeated, and resonate in all languages ​​and that Spain that fought with ainco to get a new state, a state that had a future not only in Europe, but in the World. When a few weeks ago I said that I was not a citizen of Catalonia, neither Spain nor the World, today proudly ratifies it, the union of peoples makes the force and creates the future .....