Gioconda Belli

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.