Before the future is lit only by the flames of war.
Before you have police, politics and torture chambers,
and squares and parks are unsafe places,
unsafe places to walk among trees and flowers,
and in cafes you have to speak in low voices,
and write your thoughts on the walls of toilets.
Before it becomes unworthy to be a farmer,
before gardens and parks are forbidden after 6pm.
before there was censorship, letters were opened, and letters don't reach you,
and there is a curfew,
forbidden meetings without permission,
street groups,
and dancing,
and kisses.
Before a mother writes: Mr President, please tell me where my son is being held? a month ago,
before there is a secret police and secret money for the secret police,
and before the television says nothing,
nothing in the press,
and nothing anyone,
except the organizations that were born then.
Before you're not worth living within yourself,
because you have lost the last corner of the world where a person can look like a person,
before you disintegrate,
you become deformed,
you fall apart,
you disappear,
you become stained,
you get dirty,
you rot,
before you become filthy.
I want to take this opportunity to say your name one more time freely, without pity or disgust...
Inspired by "el niño de elche".
