From Plataforma NAC

The minor hunting season begins and with it starts hell for thousands of hunting dogs in Spain.
One more year we watch helplessly how they are used as mere tools and how they are discarded, broken, injured, hungry and, in the worst case, lifeless.

In these moments of sorrow, we share the wonderful poem by Marta Navarro Garcia read at the protest on February 6, 2022

WALKING THROUGH THE CAMP

I have seen death looking for my friends,
hundreds of winged beings,
of deer, of wild boars,
of rabbits, of partridges,
of greyhounds, of Podencos.

I have cried out to them with all my strength,
I want them to stop being hunted,
stop being mistreated
I want to warn them to escape,
I want them to run to freedom,
Let them come out of the zulo,
Stop obeying those who
at the end of the hunting season
leave them or hang them
after using them.
But the cruelty is faster
that my voice,
Political cowardice is faster
that my voice,
hunters and their contempt for life
they are faster than my voice,
And while they shoot with their fingers in graveyard,
while they are locked up,
abandonment
or they bury
year after year,
I can only howl a poem
to my friends.
A poem that begins like this:
“Run, run, run.”
Be free.

Read it on our website

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Illustration: Louise Charles-Saarikoski Fine Art