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In the middle of a plate, a candle left

No one around,

Only her gazing at the empty space

What to say?

How to find out what she feels?

This was a perfect day

It seemed so joyful

She smiles at time

And thinks of him

She wants to live, scream, feel

She wants the universe over her

She wants to run free and find her place

Like a twist of fate

An accelerated melody

Like a song that never ends

She needed someone to understand

Understand how alone she was

In the middle of a crowd

What could she do?

She was a broken toy

The madness of all lovers

A blank Holliday

A forgotten spirit who returns

A castaway at sea

She was a summer of love

She was just herself

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I received this letter a few hours ago, took action right away and now I’m waiting on you to do your part……

Mexico’s Attorney General’s office has identified 34 police officers who are suspects in the rape, assault and brutal treatment of dozens of women. But sheer neglect from officials in Mexico’s highest ranks has delayed justice for nearly four years.

There’s no better day than today to signal to Mexican officials that the rights of these women will never be forgotten. Help us send a tidal wave of emails supporting these women to the offices of Mexico’s President, ambassador to the U.S. and the governor of Mexico State!

Police detained the women during a local protest in May 2006. Some women who weren’t even involved in the demonstrations were swept up in the massive arrests. They were beaten and herded into police vans. On the way to prison, officers took turns sexually assaulting the women.

Nearly four years later, they are still waiting for justice.

Accountability for these crimes may be moving at a glacial speed, but your messages do have power. The former federal Attorney General had dragged his feet on this issue for months. At the time of the attacks, he was in charge of the same police officers who were implicated in the assaults. But because of you, his office was compelled to identify 34 suspects – bringing us one giant step closer to finally prosecuting those responsible.

Even though his office has now punted responsibility to the state of Mexico, which is the governor’s jurisdiction, it’s clear that we’re putting pressure on all the right places.

Help us keep the heat on Mexican officials to ensure justice for the women of Atenco!

We can’t let this opportunity slide through our fingers. The crimes have been exposed. The suspected culprits have been named. Now is the time to uphold and protect human rights!

No more sweeping brutal beatings and rapes under the rug in Mexico.
Ensure that those responsible for these crimes are brought to justice.

Thank you for standing with us,

Michael O’Reilly
Campaign Director, Individuals at Risk
Amnesty International USA

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To all the women that made and make my life everyday
To my craft friends,
My teachers, My neighbors
My friends, colleagues, co-workers
To the ones who fight by my side and against me,
To the ones in Iraq, Mozambique, Haiti,
To the ones in Brazil, Portugal, Spain, Chile
Mexico or wherever they could be
The rich ones, the healthy, the sick
The ones in prayer on their knees
To the abused, scared and hurt
To the homeless, slave, forced to serve
To the mothers, grandmothers, aunties and cousins and sisters
My thoughts are for you, this is your Day
And no matter how hard life is
The power of every change lies only inside of you
WOMAN!

A dream to us is common thing, I know
When setting the sun
Therefore I will dream
The most beautiful dream

In my dreams, I see a cradle
I lean over in tears down my face
In that state, crying,
lull the son I want to embrace

Sleep my little one,
Sleep night is falling
your father is feeling so lonely
With so much love he’s aching

Suddenly I see him to become
A little boy, exactly like me
he comes, running, to kiss me
When I arrive from where I came from

A little boy always with questions to ask
An Infinite world of question
A little son to whom I give all my love
To whom I answer only ”yes”

Sleep my unquiet boy
Sleep, live is coming over
Your father is so tired
His ache is getting no better

When life at last comes to take me
For all it had given
I will feel his beard touching
In a last kiss of him

And feeling so his hand
our eyes detain
Listening to the sound of his voice
In a lull of good-bye

Sleep, my father, with no distress
Sleep, that when the night falls
Your son dreams awake
With the son he wants to embrace.

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