Catalunya today

I am sitting on a balcony, it is chilly and I am on the shady part of the street, on the fourth floor. Right across the street, on the same level, a girl sits inside her room with the balcony doors open. The sun is shining on her face. She sits on a chair close to the doors and plays guitar.

A big banner hangs from her balcony. It is bright green and there is a woman’s face on it in white, without eyes and with a big red mark printed over her mouth. There is a text, only one word. Democrácia!

The girl in the sun has her eyes closed. I can’t hear her play but I can see her fingers move, her body slowly swinging from left to right. I can see her lips move. She is singing.

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