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The existence of a free culture is not an attack to anybody nor anything. Freedom is a reality that enriches everybody. None belongs anyone.



There was a land where the light was soft. The sound of sea, sang beside the woods. This land spoke sweet like lullaby, the wills of hearts talked words of joy.

A land of children that still want to live. A land of swarthy hands taking hoes, and sweat on foreheads. Where the work is hard, but people walk towards freedom's times. Where hopeful crowds only wants to hear their voice expressing their liberty, their will deciding  what they want to be, as wind of northlands that I can hear closing my eyes and dreaming of peace. My smiling country again is free, only because Catalonia is walking towards its liberty.
 Today, Catalonia is explaining in Madrid's Congress that wants to be free. Catalonia, as any other culture in the world, wants the right to decide its future without violence, without wars, without slavery, without fears, without threats, without dictatorships, without fascism, without imposition. Catalonia's life isn't against anybody nor anything. The existence of a free culture is not an attack to anybody nor anything. Freedom is a reality that enriches everybody. None belongs anyone. 
Today, Madrid, will say "no", as It has always said. But Catalonia will continue walking, talking, explaining, progressing, advancing... 
Madrid's rulers will pass, one day they will go away... but then Catalonia still will walk, still will talk, still will go on... None can destroy a free culture. Any imposition will be won. Catalonia will go on walking. 
I ask people of good heart a wish, a pray, a word, a sight, a thought, a hand... All despised countries of the world deserve be free.
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