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.