AxCxAxB...Yes, All Colombians Are Beautiful, all but those that ordered, long before April 28th, the repression against their people, all with the exception of those that plan massacres behind the comfort of Twitter, because they know their discourses of violence permeate the minds and hearts and their twitting words become shots, blood and direct consequences.
AxCxAxB...All but those that shielded by their badges bomb kids and disappear people, and set up false evidences to justify executions. All are except those that support supposed people of good but let them discharge their hatred and their weapons against indigenous communities seen as different and aliens, knowing for who exists the law and for who it doesn't ever work. Partners in crime of those that asphixiate their own brothers and sisters with crack and hit after hit smoke away their souls and leave them wandering like a ghost lost in the street looking for the next rock on the road.
AxCxAxB, but those always fighting for power by any means, those are the most harmful even if they are the real minority. In the collective resides the force and the beauty of a chaotic but dignified struggle. And I'm not talking about decades of hyprocrite crooked fights made of pure rethorical blablablah and empty words while at the same time participate in traffic, extorsion, kidnapping, and executions. I'm talking about the strength of beliving and acting, actions that don't look for blood but for life. About the beauty of a community cooking, sharing and eating together, about a song against all kind of racism and segregation, a song with many tones for diversity and inclusion. That song that talks about a future that will be for everyone or won't be at all. A future that will be indigenous, and black, and trans, and feminist and multicolor. That will come from the lower layers and turn the pyramid upside down, will turn it and flat it and expand it until nobody is higher and nobody is left out.