Some words on the riots of 29th of March
From Traces of Fire
Jasmins and almond trees bloom from the bullet wounds and scars in the bodies of our fallen ones. The coming seeds of self-redress perch on the branches, ready to nourish those greedy-for-life. Drawn in blood; bitterness flows out, becomes fertilizer for the rage. The pine needles fall down embracing the honour of living as negator of servitude. Waves break, embracing the honour of dying fighting. Waters respond to the call of silence, they turn into fire, and a night like the 29th of March make a salutary spill-over. It’s exactly there that our dead friends accompany each of our step. It’s there that Sebastian Oversluij, Lambros Fountas, Mauricio Morales, Spiros Dravilas, Anna Campbell, Dimitris Armakolas, Javier Recabarren, all our comrades that left away, are bursting out of fire caressing eternity.