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🇲🇽✨️ Tenoch Huerta y Pedro Pascal ✨️🇨🇱
Fifty years ago today was a coup d'etat in Chile, leading to Pinochet's dictatorship, which was full of fear and brutality. It is important to remember this as well, amongst everything about 9/11.
quick reminder that 9/11 isn’t only an important date in us history, but also in chilean history as well.
today marks the start of a military dictatorship that ruled chile for 17 years (1973-1990) due to the political intervention of the united states. this period was characterized by blatant human rights violations, with people getting exiled from their own country because of their political beliefs and chileans (of all ages) getting tortured under this military regime.
according to the informe rettig (a comission that investigated the human rights violations during the dictatorship), there is an estimate of 28,259 victims of political prison and torture, 2,298 executed and 1,209 detenidos desaparecidos (people that “went missing” while they were detained by military authorities). these people ranged from figures of political opposition, their relatives, students, indigenous people, immigrants, underage kids, among many others.
despite the fact that the dictatorship of augusto pinochet was over fifty years ago, there are still chilean citizens that do not know what happened to their loved ones that went missing during this time period.
fuerza a todos los familiares y amigos de los detenidos desaparecidos. merecen justicia.
ni perdón ni olvido.
Working on a cutout animation set in Chile, during the 1973 military coup.
Imparable
Lo hice de nuevo, perdí el control, me encerré y deje todo salir, quizás una lagrima larga corrió por la mueca de mi cara, pero no fui capaz de sentirla. Imparable, sí, imparable le llaman, el dolor incompatible de las sonrisas juzgadas. Nace cada vez que lloras, pero luego limpias tu cara, te dices que estás bien pero solo te engañas. ¿De qué sirve el sufrimiento cuando de él no nace ninguna flor? Ni siquiera un sentimiento o un abrazo para aliviar el dolor. ¿De qué sirve llorar si no hay consuelo? Si sabes que nadie llorará contigo, quedaras en ridículo y es solo el principio de un temible castigo. Esos viernes en la tarde, siempre lindos y añorables ¿de qué sirve tanta fiesta, tanto alcohol y tanto humo? Si sabes que solo te escondes, lo respiras pero dices "no fumo". Así como así, te estás haciendo daño, el rechazo es otra mirada ciega, que no te engañe la risa en vela. Llegar a casa es un sueño cuando sostienes por tanto tiempo ese corazón roto en la pista de baile de un antro viejo. Ya no importa quién te vea, pero sí importa lo que piensan, dirán que eres débil, lo sabes y te aterra. Me encerré y me volví a herir, aunque cueste admitirlo esto siempre es sufrir. El miedo implantado en las pupilas negras de tus ojos cafés, como un bebestible atento de lo que vayas a hacer. El temblar de tus miembros, sin descanso ni relevo. Cuando comienzo a temblar sé que te acercas o me acerco. Bloquear a la gente, no relatar a nadie el sufrimiento de la noche pasada. Como una sombra horrible, una silueta abandonada, se esconde en el armario y desaparece sin decir nada. Pero aún así, dime tú, que lo sabes todo ¿De qué sirve tanto amor, si aún no te cuento todo este dolor?
podría hacer 10.000 retratos de él y aún así no me daría la vida para pintarlo tanto como lo quiero
Estoy esperando que alguien le dispare a los helicópteros xq me tienen chATA
I'm worried
I know my brother. He's my older brother. He protested from 2011, in the Penguin Revolution (They call the students penguins, because our uniforms are black and white) to 2013. He went out to the plaza and then to Tresponiente after the curfew so he could go against the cops. About three hours ago, he went out again, joking and saying things lols "remember my name!!" "Remember my rut!" "Remember how I look like if the cops kidnap me". He hasn't come back, and I just heard the fourth shotgun of the night. It's 1am, and even though this may seem paranoic, I'm scared for my brother, because I know him, and I know we share the same thought "It doesn't matter if it's me, as long as my mom and sister are okay. This is for them" I know him so well. I'm scared, I just had a panick attack about some dark stuff that happened to me, there's a dron flying literally above my house, two helicopters, and cops, and military and pdi (investigation police) in the street. And I'm scared.
Edit: Ambulances. About two of them. The shotgun I just heard must've hit someone. Please, Maiky, take care of our Fernando
Image one and two are tear bombs collected at the Mochilazo (It doesn't have a literal translation, but it can be translated as if you got hit with a backpack. It's a protest directed mainly by students, college, university and highschoolers). The video was taken at the top of the "Espacio Urbano" of Plaza de Maipú, Maipú, Santiago de Chile, Thursday 5, 2020.
F para las parejas casadas que no compraron suficientes condones