To: James Ossco Anamaría,murdered in Apurimac, the october 20^th. 2005

To:      Pedro Dávila Espinoza, murdered in Aucacayacu, the June 6^th. 1992. 

If you could... 

To drop my stertors 

To contain with fire 

My you cry 

To sigh and to be another space 

Although unknown and silent 

We would give BATTLES AND Nothing else BATTLES... 

To be able to... 

To find your yesterday's prints 

Not to be cadaver  

That for bends he/she goes 

Rotating and rotating 

Submissive to the duty of being 

                                   EVERYTHING 

And                            ANYTHING

And that to he/she swims her he/she goes. 

If you could 

To smile to the life (without sobs) 

To the desert to scream to whole lung 

"bile brings,  

you tie my clouded heart" 

beating in centipede 

which horseman to the sea my sobs 

that withered 

roasted and incursos goes 

entity your inopportune good-bye, 

and the nascent sun in anthracite 

that imposed he offers to my reason...   

And... 

After everything, 

To flourish of the  

Anything... 

To say... and not to also say. 

If you could... only 

To feel your face (shade) 

Next to mine, 

To fork and to unite in tender smile 

That to the fight he knows him sweet and to honey; 

Reason that pregnant they go 

And then and with more encouragement 

And without more doubts 

                        (not to less wobbly probes) 

to incorporate once and for all 

and hundred of honeys of half a decade 

not to happen 

in the wait... 

To lie an and he/she prays time among 

                        Your green olive tree, 

                        Restless ardor, 

                        Vivacious force of being... FOUNDATION 

                                                                  PATH OF LEADERS 

Oak leaders and tin, 

I steel and timber, 

And magma, 

And honey, 

and... 

and non fog 

that to the powder of the marsh today he/she shivers oscillating fearful. NO. 

                        And, spread in the sun, 

                        Extending a hand 

                        Seizing whole happiness 

And  

TO CONTINUE... 

If you knew..., what you arm mean they erect you today, It silence sepulchral in common grave... 

... I silence ice cream without to forget and to see 

the tomorrow, to always veil and to be you 

                        FRESH WHEAT IN FIELD... 

                        AROMA OF PALADINS 

Delineated in your face... 

That to the world it clamors, JUSTICE...!!! 

                        I MATE that demand 

                        In the limbo, 

                        In the hell; but I chose 

                        To be as you 

                        Crystalline path 

AND FOR THE WORLD LIGHT. 

But, the murderers 

                        They sentenced my voice to the cold silence 

                        Eclipsing gleams and sending 

                        Darkness and disgust. 

More.  MI SILENCED VOICE, will Never be!!! 

Hear me, our ROAD 

Layout is toward the nascent sun, Jan this sun to the half-day 

In the high mountains of the homeland, of my town and of my blood 

And that of my men in machetes of hands hardened by the time, in tasks of the mines and school lost in the Andes. 

  THOUSANDS AND MILLIONS from centuries, walking... 

                                   You lost!!! 

I have not died!!! 

TODAY IT STILL SHINES MORE,  THE DAWN, THE BLUE SKY 

AMONG MY SIBLINGS, 

THE WORLD IS CLEARER 

IN YOUR MEMORY 

Traducción al Inglés por Gloria Dávila