In perfect peasant Catalan, we say ENOUGH to such pitiful journalism that makes us out to be deaf, dumb and blind.
In perfect peasant Catalan, we say WELCOME to all those who flee from this barbarism, which when it happens in the east, it occupies the inside pages, but when it happens in the west, it makes the headlines.
In perfect peasant Catalan, we say THANK YOU to so many heroes wearing blue and yellow who came to save us in the street, and HYPOCRITES to kings who befriend sheiks, and who come to hospitals for photo opportunites.
In perfect peasant Catalan, we say NO to fascism that never could (nor will) fix its claws into the flagstones of a city of cities, that has a thousand different languages and a thousand nationalities.
In perfect peasant Catalan, we say YES to a land of mixed race, of the sardana, the April Fair and Holi spring festival, of rap, bachata, tango and flamenco, of calçots, couscous and beans.
In perfect peasant Catalan, we say NO to those who point at brave people arriving in dinghies, yet protect those cowardly arriving by yacht.
In perfect peasant Catalan, we say BRAVO to the truths that you manipulate, but DAMN the lies of the Falange (Spanish fascist movement) that you keep silent.
In perfect peasant Catalan, we say GOODBYE to so much mercenary trading of hatred and blood, and HELLO to embracement, to so much help and so much inherent dignity for the values of these streets.
And we say it all LOUD and CLEAR, because we are those who speak peasant Catalan in Ripoll, Urdu from Pakistan in Santa Coloma, Mandarin Chinese in Cornellà, Punjabi from India in Sabadell, Amazigh from Morocco in Vic ... because we are all those who come to unmask you and say: NOT IN MY NAME.