"A Veces Uno Amanece Con Ganas De Extinguirse... Como Si Fuéramos Velitas Sobre Un Pastel De Alguien

“La incertidumbre controla mi mente.”

Milky Chance - Stolen Dance

De mi boca ya no salen palabras, son escasas porqué ya no sé hablar, no sé que decir o tan siquiera como abrir la boca. Ando muda por las calles, asintiendo y evitando, ando sin sonidos por la casa ordenado los papeles y delegando los días en sus horas, ando ida entre el recuerdo que no desperto... Solo llevo silencio a silencio apretando la respiración, siendo todo lo que puedo sentir de mi garganta

What’s happening with our mexican feminists in the last few days?

“We neither forgive or forget”

As you may (or not) know, Mexico is one of the many Latin American countries with the worst cases of femicides, gender violence, rapes, and sexual harassment. For many years we’ve been shouting out in the streets, we’ve blocked the city with our manifestation and even stopped for a whole day and show how would be a day without us. 

But that seems not enough for our government

Our government doesn’t hear us, our government doesn’t care about us. We still walk with fear in an empty street (even if it’s noon), we still have nightmares with the struggle of couldn’t make it one day: survive. We don’t live in Mexico, we survive.

“Nobody ask what my rapist was wearing”

In Mexico, 11 women are murdered everyday and nobody does anything in the name of justice

What’s happening with our mexican feminists in the last few days?

Our event takes place in Mexico City, September 02: Relatives of missing people ‘took’  a room in one of the most important buildings when it comes to human rights: the CNDH (National Commission for Human Rights). Marcela Alemán, whose daughter was raped 3 years ago, explain that this organization (and the Justice System of San Luis Potosí, Mexico) haven’t do anything for them; despite having enough evidence to catch the rapists:

“I’m fucking tired, they revictimize me, humiliate me […] I can’t take it anymore, my soul hurts”

September, 04: In a pacific way, women from “Ni Una Menos México” have taken the entirely building, so the authorities can solve the demands from this and many families who are in the same position. They had a talk with the president of the CNDH, and some mothers decided to go, but our feminists remains in the building asking and fighting for every women in Mexico that have suffered.

“Justice”

Our feminists have found a lot of food inside, food that people who works there doesn’t need, so they’re gonna donate them for those in need. They have painted and destroy everything as an act of resistance and rebellion. We’re not looking for money, nobody here belongs to the government: We just want justice for those who are not with us anymore, we want to feel safe in the country that has denied us protection.

“Girls must not be raped”

“CNDH USELESS, How many more?”

Many of you may think that “this is not the way to get attention”, but in Mexico, were nobody listens to you just because you’re a woman, you have to find ways to be noticed. We don’t respect a country who doesn’t respect us, we don’t care for silly paintings, we care for our women today and always.

We, the feminists, have this song that says “We are bad, we can be worst” and we proudly sing it while we look for justice, for peace, for a better place for everyone.

Spread the word! Help us! Join us! Women needs women

Photos by: @/usagii_ko on instagram

¡Ni una más, ni una más, ni una asesinada más!

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970

Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.

A tu lado sentía que mi cuerpo tenía alma.

Luux

“Somos fuertes cuando estamos con otra alma. Cuando estamos unidos a los demás, no nos pueden romper.”

— Mujeres que corren con los lobos, Clarissa Pinkola Estés.

El equilibrio no es un eterno gris, es el eterno alternar del blanco y el negro.

Soledad Amena

La calma del mar, la soledad del tiempo entre los pensamientos y el corazón, la belleza de la inmensidad...

No hay una vida completa. Hay sólo fragmentos. Hemos nacido para no tener nada, para que todo se nos pierda entre los dedos. Y, sin embargo, esta pérdida, este diluvio de encuentros, luchas, sueños… Hay que ser irreflexivo, como una tortuga. Hay que ser resuelto, ciego. Pues cualquier cosa que hagamos, incluso que no hagamos, nos impide hacer la cosa opuesta. Los actos demuelen sus alternativas, he aquí la paradoja. La vida, por tanto, consiste en elecciones, cada cual definitiva y de poca trascendencia, como arrojar piedras al mar.

James Salter Años luz (1975)

Imagen: Austin Schermerhorn