'The Nobodies'. The Book of Embraces. Eduardo Galeano (1940)
Fleas dream of buying a dog
and the nobodies dream of escaping poverty,
that one magical day good luck may suddenly rain down,
may good luck rain down in torrents;
but good luck does not rain yesterday, nor today,
Neither tomorrow, nor ever,
Good luck doesn't fall from the sky even in a drizzle,
No matter how much the nobodies call her
and even if their left hand itches,
or get up on the right foot,
or start the year by changing brooms.
or start the year by changing brooms.
The nobodies: the children of nobody, the owners of nothing.
The nobodies: the no ones, the ignored,
running the hare, life dying, fucked, re-fucked:
That they are not, even if they are.
They do not speak languages, but dialects.
They don't make art, but crafts.
They do not practice culture, but folklore.
That they are not human beings, but human resources.
They don't have faces, but arms.
They do not have a name, but a number.
That do not figure in universal history,
but in the red chronicle of the local press.
They do not speak languages, but dialects.
They don't make art, but crafts.
They do not practice culture, but folklore.
That they are not human beings, but human resources.
They don't have faces, but arms.
They do not have a name, but a number.
That do not figure in universal history,
but in the red chronicle of the local press.
The nobodies, who cost less than the bullet that kills them.
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