My breathing into the world
collapsed two years ago when
our common lights and desires
were smashed against the darkness
of prison cells and constant repression.
An army of police could seize the ballots,
beat us up, we peaceful voters,
we would fall but stand up again:
1 d’Octubre, ni oblit ni perdó,
October 1, no oblivion, no reprieve
for those who strangle democracy.
Today I went lightwriting again,
inside my brain a hoard of photographs,
and one of the most beautiful was
the magic mountain of Montserrat
embellished by 131 points of light,
on each peak stood a tribute
to our 131 Catalan presidents,
on each peak a sliver of hope
for our breathing into the world.
© 2016-2019 Marta Pombo Sallés