revolutionwithahashtag:

So, there we go: first of all, apologies to my readers for this post in English, but it gets on my nerves reading foreign press, from The Guardian to Der Spiegel, and seeing how unclear is everything about the camps and demonstrations out there…

The beginning: on May 15th there was a…

(Source: carolinavelasco.net)

On our way to the revolution
we stopped at IKEA
for spatulas, orchids and wild-caught salmon

The children frolicked knee-deep in giant blueberries
while we talked carefully over free love and coffee.

On our way to the revolution
we had to go home first
to trim my beard and your bikini line
in case of arrest or hospitalisation.

There were bike tyres to pump up
and asking the neighbour to baby-sit.

On our way to the revolution
in the streets the people were oblivious:
waiting for the green man,
dressed up for a wedding.

I saw the Queen of Hearts
and a girl with a heart-shaped lollipop
as big as her heart.

When we got to the revolution
there were so many people, we couldn’t find it.

They had taken the streets but didn’t know where to take them,
so they sat down and waited to applaud a microphone.

I met an old revolutionary who told me he was off for a beer,
hoping they’d get on with the revolution and save him the work.

I wandered into a thicket of ideas on paper,
prayer flags fluttering in open minds.

A friend expecting his first child
thought they should turn them into a new political party

But I didn’t see how to fit
a forest into a filing cabinet.

Everyone seemed happy looking for the revolution
Between the fire-juggler and the tightrope-walker,
Above the clouds or beneath the cobblestones

Tell me if you find the revolution.

seen in tomalaplaza bilbao (spanish, english and euskara)

hexxagram:

http://www.thetechnoant.info/campmap/