Through the window I see men fighting, mothers crying, young people marching.
Through that same window I observe an immense crowd shouting. All demanding elections.
Through the doorways, people emerge wanting change. But from the barracks, uniformed soldiers climb towards them.
Amidst the triumphal arches, a sound resounds, resounds for the right to choose. However, the sound of bombs and bullets tries to silence it.
But, as night fell, all was joy. The people, in a frenzy, shouted with happiness. In the corners, holding muskets, many grumbled about being left out of the State. However, today another battle was won, the battle to choose who represents me or not.