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A poem by Begoña Martínez. Am I a cat? / I bask in the sun, / I lay in your lap, / I find my own way, / I don’t like other cats.

The other day a colleague from our local Amnesty International group called me and said: we need you on the radio tomorrow, for an interview on the new Citizen Security Law. I ran and studied well the difference between what I think I know and I believe and what I can say as a representative

In my dream, the world is ending. Everything is falling apart.
People try to ignore it, to make the feeling go away: but if you listen, it’s there.
Suddenly, I think: the world is ending, and I’ve never kissed you. Where are you?