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50 years ago, the youth of Mexico and the world fought for a change of paradigm. To be able to decide over their lives, bodies, minds and destinies. 1968 was the time space in wich the world lived an utopia. How things were conducted in the "free" world, were questioned. Speacialy in countries like the US and France who proclamated freedom and progress at the same time they were slaughtering territories in Asia and Africa.

1968 was proclaimed the revolution of revolutions, because it wasn't intended to get the power. Au contraire, its spirit was to re-imagine power and declare the society of aged-young people dead, to open ways to the imagination of possibilities. Meanings were erased, and the cobblestones were turned into barricades, factories into classrooms, walls into pendats filled with provocative poetry. Youth asked to be as realist as never before and ask for the impossible.

1968 was a chimere who skared participants and spectators. Its provocative spirit moved the whole world, form France to Mexico, where the government gave death to those who proclaimed life.

It is trught we haven't forgotten. We won't forget the absent, the nameless... those who lost their life in Tlatelolco, nor the ones who had the same destiny in Ayotzinapa and Tlatlaya. We won't forget the thousands of Mexicans who lay in the clandestine graves that exist by hundreds in our territory. We won't forget the death trucks who travel our territory like ghosts in this stark Mexico.

The world won't forget the refugees. We won't forget Ahed Tamimi, nor the Nicaraguan people.

If October the 2th, is about not forgetting that revolution is possible. That other worlds can and must be imaginened.

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This poem is about the French May of 1968 and the social movements that emerged from it. The subject of the movement is personified by a chimere; a mythical being, without sense, an utopia. Just as 1968 was; capable of transforming reality and shocking multitudes. This chimere inhabits the public spaces: plazas, streets and corridors. It is always beating there, so we wont forger to ask for the impossible.

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