Looking for Ernesto Guevara's Poetry

This is the first rainy day in March.

In the red soil of Raigula Mountain Canyon

Buried olive seeds

Is sprouting

Look, brother.

Suffering is not completely useless.

At least it brought resistance.

Between sympathizing with suffering and accepting it.

I chose the latter.

Brother, that moment

I'm not me anymore.

Truth is also a road and a life.

I have traveled longer than I remember.

Go straight along the boiling land of Latin America

I mean Leon? Felipe's poems

Man is God.

When he never abandoned anyone.

A mentally weak companion

For my brother.

although

He is willing to pay at any time.

Blood, tears and pain ...

I use hell against its supporters.

Between battles or marches.

I climbed up the tree and copied poems—

Some things

I love it to the death.

Poetry, freedom

Freedom, poetry ...

When I found one,

I found another one.

Then I deeply know

In the mysterious depths of the world

They are actually the same.

When the unfinished eternity of sunset has been completed.

Brother, I'm thinking that revolution is immortal.

There is a red five-pointed star that will be embedded in people's hearts forever.

With a naive wish:

Overcome violence and rule with will.

Overcome the exploitation of wealth and people.

We'll keep fighting, brother.

For the sake of faded marble, time cannot make it disappear.

later ages/time

for

Human value

Love of A Man

Human freedom.