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[b]For freedom[/b]
Translated from Spanish - Para la Libertad - M. Hernandez


For freedom I bleed, fight and live on.
For freedom, my eyes and my hands,
like a carnal tree, generous and captive,
I give to the surgeons.

For freedom I feel more hearts
than sands in my chest. My veins give off foam
and I enter the hospitals and I go into the cotton sheets
as into the white lilies.

Because where empty eye sockets dawn,
she will place two rocks looking to the future
and make that new arms and new legs grow
in the fallen flesh.

The relics of my body that I lose in each wound
will sprout wings of sap without an autumn.
Because I am like a fallen tree, I will sprout
and I still have my life.
and I still have my life.

 
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