Elvira Sastre

Más de una vez creí ser causante de tus versos, de la poesía que emana de tu ser.

Tontamente me creí musa.

Tontamente me creí inspiración, cuando realmente no era ni el fantasma de una ilusión.

-Papittafritta

¿Cómo se cura lo que vives en silencio?

Rafa Espino - Detrás de todos.

“Me voy en silencio, como todas esas palabras que no se dicen y nos persiguen durante toda la vida.”

—Elvira Sastre

“Es terrible vivir con miedo, mi vida. ¿Y sabes qué es lo más triste de todo? Acostumbrarse.”

— Días sin ti; Elvira Sastre.

C'mon, celebrate with me…3, 2, 1… The L Word 1x08 (2004) || The L Word Gen Q 1x04 (2020)

“¿Te tiemblan las manos? A mí me tiembla la vida.”

— Emma Blue.

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

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

“Es soltarse, irse, salirse… Es silenciarse, conmoverse, encontrarse, abrazarse y expandirse… Es sentirse, escucharse, tocarse y aplaudirse… Es evocarse en la luna y de sol vestirse… Es cantarle a las estrellas mientras el viento nos bendice.”

— Esu Emmanuel©️, It is to let go, to leave … It is to be silenced, moved, found, hugged and expanded… It is to feel, listen, touch and clap… It is to be evoked on the moon and to be dressed like the sun… It is to sing to the stars, while the wind blesses us.

Sara Cucè

This body is no one's home II

“Quiero estudiar, quiero aprender, quiero escribir. Tengo veintidós años. No sé nada. Nada fundamental. No sé lo que debería haber aprendido hace muchos años. Nadie me enseñó nada. Sé, en cambio, lo que debería saber mucho después. De allí que me sienta anciana y niña al mismo tiempo.”