Los nadies [English translation]

Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog,

and nobodies dream of escaping from poverty,

that one magical day

good luck will soon rain,

that good luck will pour down,

but good luck doesn't rain, neither yesterday

nor today,nor tomorrow, nor ever,

nor does good fall from the sky in little mild showers,

however much the nobodies call for it,

even if their left hands itch

or they get up using their right feet,

or they change their brooms at new year.

The nobodies: the children of nobody, that masters of nothing,

The nobodies: the nothings, those made nothing,

running after the hare, dying life, fucked, totally fucked:

who are not, although they were.

Who speak no languages, only dialects.

Who have no religions, only superstitions.

Who have have no arts, only crafts.

Who have no culture, only folklore.

Who are not human beings, but human resources.

Who have faces, only arms.

Who don't have names, only numbers.

Who don't count in world history,

just in the local press's stories of violence, crime, misfortune and disaster,.

The nobodies who are worth less than the bullets that kill them.

• Artist:Eduardo Galeano