not ask me who I am
and if I had known
the dreams he had wanted to grow but
'm not but I no longer live
in what I was dreaming
and others who are still fighting
other roses will give birth in the name of those things I will be naming
all. I remember
face was my face while
war in my country would need
hated in the sky as clear as I was
know
front heard me laugh a few people but my laughter ignored
find it at the dawn of day
senses that I ask the age
all the years I have
I chose among many ways
be older than my age and my years
are really I pulled shots
am born in every shot and even though the body dies I'll
true age of the child that I have released.
my grave I will walk looking
not find it because my hands are going into other hands
pulling my voice that is screaming
living my dream the whole
and know that only die if you are loosening
he that died fighting
lives in each partner.
(Milonga of guns, Olimareños)
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