dasakuryo:

Mi tumba no anden buscando, porque no la encontrarán
mis manos son las que van en otras manos tirando.
Mi voz la que va gritando, mi sueño el que sigue entero,
y sepan que solo muero, si ustedes van
                               a f l o j a n d o .

{insp: Milonga del Fusilado by Carlos María Gutiérrez and Jorge Cafrune}

[Translation: Don’t ask me my age, I am as old as everyone. I chose many ways to be older than my age. And my real age are the shots I’ve fired. And even though my body may die, I will have the real age of the child I’ve set free. // Don’t go looking for my tomb,because you won’t find it. My hands are those who keep on pulling in other hands. My voice the one that keeps on screaming, my dream still intact, and know that I only die if you give in.]