12 Meses

My old lady always used to tell me...
The life is like a game...
The 365 days of the year...
The 12 months...
The 8,760 hours...
Out of those 365 days...
A memory game...
Unlike the animals in the jungle...
That act, work, or respond by instinct...
We are the only animals that act by memory...
And without memory, my brother...
You can't live...

Anyway...
Each one...
Decides how to play the game of life...
Each one dealing with their time...
And with their memory...

In January,
I saw everyone with their resolutions
Their dreams
With their promises of change
I saw how a divorced mother had 2 jobs
To support her children
And keep them afloat
I also saw how my town
Little by little
Was losing the tradition of the 3 wise men

In February,
I saw how people celebrated Valentine's Day
And exchanged flowers and chocolates
When throughout the year
They have been hypocritical with each other

In March,
I saw a lady being shot 12 times
To steal her car
But I also saw
How a 7-year-old boy
Saved his mother from a car accident

In April,
I saw inmates from a prison in the country
Rioting due to the bad conditions and overcrowding
And I also saw
How a citizen bled out in front of a hospital
Due to the lack of staff and equipment

In May,
I saw a proud father
Because his son graduated with honors
And was admitted to a university abroad

And in June, and July
The summer months
Believe it or not
I went to more funerals
Than beach festivals
And I saw mothers crying in funeral homes
Corona, people shedding
crocodile tears

The streets are rough, my brother...

In August,
I saw classes starting
And I saw schools without books
I saw kids without uniforms
Discontent teachers
A completely useless educational system
I, saw fear

In September,
I saw a man who killed his wife
And then himself
Leaving his children orphaned
I also saw a government official
Being jailed on corruption charges

In October,
I saw a family being evicted from their home
Built on government land
I saw a neighbor of mine getting fired
For political reasons

In November,
I saw a family celebrating Thanksgiving
With a lavish dinner
When the day to thank God
Is every day
When I saw homeless people with nothing to eat
Nothing to celebrate

And in December,
While some were celebrating,
I saw a worried mother because she had no money
To buy gifts for her children
And I saw another mother crying
Because it was the first Christmas without her murdered son

And at the end of the year,
As the fireworks sounded
I saw a child on the ground bleeding out
Because of a stray bullet
People getting ready to start a new year
The same story
Different days

This was a brief summary of the 12 months of a year...
Of 365 days...
And as the months went by, I realized...
That I belong to the most violent race on the planet...
And just like a tiger doesn't kill another tiger...
We should take the example...
And not kill each other...
So fight...
Share...
And live in harmony...

This is Galician...
In "the 12 disciples"...