Freedom is made of wood, any spark can make PedroAznar fall

We read War and Peace sitting on the walls of the high school, we wondered if love was possible in the times of cholera while the first in line put aside the best fried foods and we, always the last, kept the rubble. We were content to sleep the whole night without any interruption.

We were the blacks, the short-sized, the homosexuals, the different. Others had the power and freedom to feel part of it, we asked for peace, never rights; We wanted to run away from judgments and fear. We wore glasses, we fell into all the traps, we lived to show courage, but deep down we were alone, isolated even among ourselves, vulnerable, anxious. Belonging to the same community is a utopia if differences set the pace, if respect is word and not law.

We were embarrassed to talk to our parents and ask for help. Bullying made us insecure, girls and boys with low self-esteem, without access to happy recess. We walked the corridors cautiously, only the figure of a teacher protected us, meanwhile, we were the target of the world. Life seemed like a hole where we only deserved to fall, but no one escapes time, and today, when society shakes the common senses, we begin to break the walls of the alleys, to proudly show what we are and want to be, to climb the hole to poke our heads and breathe the oxygen of freedom.

What if whites had been the slaves of blacks? What if, once released, they had to carry the prejudices built by their own owners to justify oppression and punishment? "Don't trust any whites." If we had the power to found imaginaries and a heterosexual had to explain why he likes the opposite sex? If the utronies that crossed our minds were possible, we would also be an unjust society.

Living in community implies respect, a permanent construction of harmony in diversity, establishment of one's own limits and recognition of the limits of others; A learning of patience, of listening, of not doing to others what we do not expect back.

Our children listen to music and check their Instagram profiles sitting on the walls of high school, wondering what they will do in the future, what love will be like in times of distance. Two boys walk hand in hand through the aisles, kiss freely, and are not made to believe that they are last in line. The back are others, there are always those who do not feel part, always someone keeps the rubble; Hidden there are those who feel shame, fear and guilt.

To those different from a majority, we always have the time to be equal in another. When we are more we have the responsibility to do for those who feel less and marginalized, and when we are set apart, we have the duty to breathe. We open our eyes against all discrimination, all violence; A better world was possible, today, it is urgent.

*In Cuba is known the homonymous song by Joaquín Sabina belonging to the popular phonogram El hombre del traje gris, from 1988. Los perros del amanecer is also a title by Argentine musician and composer Pedro Aznar, included in his 2008 album Quebrado.