Gioconda Belli

The State demands that we register as “foreign agents” and none of us, writers committed to freedom, accept this imposition.

First, let’s open the road. If we do that, there’ll be time and institutions enough for those who want water to fill their own cups.

I yearn for a return to the days of community. I hope that the virtual world – the networks, the

It’s not the same to lead marches or resist in barricades, however heroic that may be, than to deal with daily political processes…

I mourn physical deaths, but also the deceit that has made them multiply. This virus does not differentiate between Sandinistas and non-Sandinistas.

The pandemic finds us already under siege from that other disease: fear, and the insecurity that surrounds our lives and threatens our freedom.

Reading Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore. During this pandemic and the resulting confinement, there’s one fundamental revelation: the necessity of art.

Recognizing past mistakes is a valuable exercise because they provide lessons that can be shared, so that the same mistakes aren’t repeated.

The only poetry that fits is that of protest; freedom is a precious belonging that we can’t sacrifice on altars raised to idols with feet of clay.

The world is witnessing with astonishment a series of popular rebellions: France, Nicaragua, Ecuador, Chile, Hong Kong, Iraq, Lebanon, Bolivia, and Haiti have seen multitudinous protests, each with its particular origin, that have provoked diverse responses.