You, as the light of lives, are lifeitself
that is why no one should detain you
neither time, nor distances,
or iron bars, that separate us.
Your thoughts are an exceeding inexpressibly support to a son
whilst in torment.
Your eyes, which have mourned
Him, who has fallen in combat
prolong his existence
and express the happiness
of these and those eyes
never ever captured.
Your strong will of iron
one-thousand times demonstrated
is the swelled hurricane
of whom is humble
who from suffering becomes exhausted.
Your flowers are my flowers
the flowers of everybody, the flowers that we all cherish
your infinite tenderness
behind that soft green shade of the mountain.
Your dreams are my dreams
the world that we cherish
the sunlight for the people of this country
who insurrect against hunger
offering their life
their life that is being pulled away from them.
That is why the incarcerated son is with you
running through these paths
sowing in all corners
the seeds of liberty.
Diego Salazar Luongo