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.
There’s been a lot of talk lately about criticism within the broad sector that opposes the Ortega-Murillo dictatorship. A collective catharsis is taking place in the social networks.
I don’t know how much importance can be given to the refusal by Ortega-Murillo to continue with the dialogue. I think that at the international level the announcement will act like a boomerang that will fall on them.