200 years egocentric We sometimes forget that the 500 walked by indigenous peoples. We are also the widest avenue in the world that opens the gates of the city, so that they themselves claim everything that was stolen and belongs to them and applaud. We are the breadbasket of the world, while outside is the war we are part of the periphery at times indefinite. We land pa 'come on payments that could not, we reach the port where thousands of ships and dreams, socialists, anarchists. We are an immigration law and the murderers of our Indians. We are federal anti-unitary. We are the unions that defend the rights of workers and the general who gives them what they want at the same time that annihilates the specter of communism. We women can go to vote. We are the church that believes what he pleases and blesses the weapons, and Third World priests. We are that crazy guerrilla killed in Bolivia. We stopped on democracy, the bloodiest dictatorship and 30 000 are no longer return but always will be. We are a full stadium shouting goal, while outside the torturers and murderers put the game on the radio to cover the screams of pain. We are the resistance to the horror, maimed many broken dreams and an outbreak of hope reborn. We are the hand of God. We are a white tent asking for education. We are mothers, grandmothers and children asking for justice for their families until the last breath than to leave. We are an eternal place in May that saw demonstrations all happen. We four presidents in ten days and we are the people in the street saying "state of siege anymore." We are the tango, rock and folk, we Cortazar and Borges. We are the waterfalls and mountains, glaciers and seva Tucuman, the city and the sidewalk and the beer at the kiosk on the corner on Friday lost in the city. We
Argentine and Latin American to win always, we will never stop.