The effects and consequences of COVID-19 are stabilizing on our bodies and our lives, and through the media we are told that post-pandemic comes without overcoming syndemia. Kisses tell us in the most enlightening way that this is not the case. Our lives, on the other hand, continue to cry out: on the one hand, remembering the lack of the closest ones, on the other hand, asking where the public health and surveillance services are, and, of course, denouncing the precariousness of the working and living conditions.
"Persecuted of low social class – park cans – with better state – combined with bar – authorised. What's left for us, the police. Lack, music and unregulated dance endless"
Anyone who wants a pre-pandemic state only has to approach a juerga at the low hours of the night. Depending on the economic situation, cans or combinations, both with musical accompaniment. Persecuted of low social class – park cans – with better state – combined with bar – authorised. What's left for us, the police. Lack, music and unregulated dance endless.
Back to the atmosphere of juerga, that is a pleasure! We want to leave behind chairs and terraces, welcome the poteo of the bar, music and dance. Slugs to the river or kill the matxote, that hasn't changed, girls! If you can't sing, love and dance, it's not our revolution!
Back to the juerga, the 'perreo' begins in the pub suddenly in the village bar. I want laziness from the beginning to the end. Only with my sisters. Reducing the social distances we want and when we want. Being masters of our bodies, unbuilding the rhythm, out of taboo out of the dancing places. Turn off the window windows from mobile phones and social networks. Ask for your song and enjoy it gladly.
It reaches the bars of the villages, it reaches the streets, the demand for feminist self-defense comes. Feminist flooding is coming. Is there going to be another way of relating in the parties' rooms? We will take over, occupy space and, above all, dance. Loose, enjoy, forget the rules, break the rules.
Isolated in one way or another during the pandemic, which have diminished or lost relationships, drowned by standards, related to care, subjected to aesthetic bodily pressure, etc. Just Ño, say aloud, our time has come, Ño! Join, everyone, one you and one me. The holiday rooms are waiting for us, the streets and the nights too, they are ours! That we care for each other, because the new normality is not our peace.
Love free, live free, preserve your chance!