Born On April 7 - Softcover

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I was born on April 7 1978,
Day I started to paint my picture, dark colours representing the early death of my beloved sister; the departure of my grandfather and 2 years later of my uncle, the last walls to protect my family patrimony. I’m not a good painter but my picture is mine and how delicate or massive of paint holds the brush that I use, corresponding to my life history.
The articles you will read talk maybe not about me, but still remind me that history doesn’t respect time or places, it is always there and constantly repeats, like when Hamas terrorist killed women and kids, leaving them in pieces over the burned land, stealing complete body’s to negotiate afterwards, are the picture of dead policeman just in front of me when they went like me to make a line of two hours to buy some bread for their families in times where our government declared the war to globalisation and then realised to late that there was not enough wheat or flour in the country to make bread for the population. And when I was escaping from terrorist shooting, how the metal door of the shop where I wanted to hide just closed in front of my eyes, like the Far West, for this was daily events. My picture, is always there, and when I hear the pope Leon XIV talking about his missionary work, I look at colours that represented me, in the convent of Ocopa, searching to assist others and to become mature. When I heard the president of the USA, speaking of the immigration in his country as cancer, I see these colours, and boxes full of books, that I took all over the world because I was and I am an immigrant, as well. I read about public executions to Iranians, and I see in my picture, this old chapel with a broken roof where it rained like waterfalls in a cold Andean night, and I was condemned as well to death, with the only guilty to discover that military killed and abused of entire populations as much as the terrorist did. It doesn’t matter in what month you were born, since you are the active part of the most important history that will open your eyes during your present. This is your history, and it doesn’t matter how fast will go your life, if you look back, your paint with colours will always be there to contrast any moment you are breathing.

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