Listen to this note:
Wealth dreams of robbing the poor.
The poor dream of power.
Poetry dreams of frightening with beauty
the sadness of these days.
? Vicente Zito Lema
After hours of congregation on Avenida de Mayo; of crowding the street that, in a straight line, links the National Congress with the Casa Rosada, the seat of the executive; of batucada and combative cumbia villera; of choripanes, beer, water and soda; of waving flags of parties and their subdivisions, of unions and organizations; of mockery of power, the challenge to arrogance, the popular counterargument, the carnival that ridicules in posters, banners and graffiti; of the historic arrival of the General Confederation of Labor (CGT), adhering for the first time to this mobilization; of Grandmothers and Mothers protected by security committees and by applause of admiration, from the platform the