Every year to the same, every September to the memory of the story that they give us in the classrooms so that we think that we are free. Sovereign and independent countries say, with the dollar as currency in some, with pensions privatized in others, with agony at every step in all. Every year ignoring the massacre, the abuse, the lie. Every year we are accustomed “according to them” to sing to the country without taking our eyes off the official history; therefore without questioning them, without demanding them. But forget it is according to them, because every year we move forward, each year our sons and daughters tell us the rebellious history of our grandmothers and grandparents, we join and we conjure the punishment of the forced silence of our mother tongues, our bare feet on the ground fertile, from our high view into the universe. Every year we are more women and men than we leave the silence, we leave the shade, we demand dignity, equity. Every year, every month, every day …