[one_half padding=”0 10px 0 0px”] Los cotos cerrados Rondando la verdad y por fuera de ella, las cosas no son como son, sino como se quiere que sean. Razonar es frecuentemente gimnasia que deslumbra; filosofar, maravilloso arte que encanta; teorizar, taumaturgia que seduce, alucina, hipnotiza. Y razonando, filosofando y teorizando, se alzan suntuosos edificios que la más suave brisa desmorona. Tan frágiles y deleznables son sus fundamentos. He aquí que los hombres abren surcos en la tierra, colocan en ellos recios mampuestos, levantan sobre éstos sólidos muros. Cada uno cierra su coto. Y comienza la maravillosa obra de arte. Aquí, […]
Believe, fight and cling to the dead cult—all the believers do the same. It doesn’t matter whether the idol is made of clay, bronze or meat. It doesn’t matter whether it is dissolved in the mental haze or in the whirlwind of passion. For the ideal, first living and then dead, the inhuman law of sacrifice is fulfilled. … Do not strip away their illusion, their precious illusion. They will defend themselves like lions, tear at you like panthers, howl like hyenas. There is no animal more fierce than the believer.
Spain. Time passes and, far from improving, the situation in Spain grows worse and worse. The colonial wars go badly and the hope of a swift pacification is abandoned. The exceptional state of Barcelona has not changed; the hundreds of wretches arbitrarily detained in the prisons and at Montjuich only await a bit of belated justice to set them free or else to consummate that legal crime that, taking the lives of some, will cast the others forever into the penal institutions that the mother country reserves for the best of her children. Today, as yesterday, some ignorant proletarians march […]