Wednesday, September 29, 2010

La Otra

We live in a hood called La Boca. Poetry of paint of spray cans and brushes and hands and anything has been planted on the walls. Huge black letters on a yellow wall facing Calle Defensa read:

“Fuego a todas las Carceles! = Fire to all Prisons”

Word.

I wonder weather the brother or sister who wrote that has been behind bars. It seems extremely likely. I wonder if anyone that hasn’t could ever feel how inhumane prisons are?

I wonder what it takes to become the other?

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