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The statements critical of the grotesque electoral fraud carried out by Daniel Ortega in Nicaragua made by the deputies Camila Vallejo and Karol Cariola; by the mayor of Santiago, Iraci Hassler; by the presidential pre-candidate, Daniel Jadue; by the prominent…

Monday 8 November was the anniversary of the first year of the government of Luis Arce and David Choquehuanca, and at the same time the pro-Santa Cruz civic committee led by Rómulo Calvo of the ultra-right and allied with the…

Present at the World Education Meeting, organised by UNESCO, which brought together education leaders from 40 states, the Director of Policy and Advocacy of the Global Campaign for Education (GCE), who is also a member of the Latin American Campaign…

In a context of climate crisis, the United Nations Human Rights Council declared that a clean, healthy and sustainable environment is a human right. Socio-environmental assemblies and indigenous peoples in Argentina denounce extractivism as the epicentre of rights violations. The…

What is the price we must pay for the recognition and respect of our human rights or for the return of our territories, the price is death, as we can see today, with the murder by the police and the…

It was a cold Saturday evening in November when I was walking through my favorite food market. It seemed to be my lucky day today! When I approached the stall of my friend Antonio (name changed) where I usually get…

ESSAY We must safeguard the web of life and care about the other living species that we share this planet with. Pygmy tarsiers eat and host bugs that we’ve seen at home — insects, spiders, lizards, bedbugs, lice, fleas, roundworms,…

POEM   by Erlie Lopez “Gray November in My Soul” it was, that literati’s folk house in Manila dim and other-worldly with cigarette smoke dancing over heads huddled close to hear each other’s pains being drowned by guitar strings and…

A POEM AND A BACKSTORY     Imprisoned by an unseen virus, Days went by, enclosed, barren and bereft.   When the body is shackled The mind wanders, If not to future hopes Dimmed by a closing in of the…

POEM   The work of a poet is to look up in the sky in its unchanging morning azure and ask why its color never languished, never turned into crimson. Or into verdant maybe, because it gave all those to…