Come home to walk, I'll walk you
I
lower depths tell me.
I drink your bitter chalices.
I will stand you have blind eyes.
I will stand without a voice in your songs.
I have to die so that you do not die,
to pop your face waving to the horizon
of each flower is born of my bones.
has to be, without question.
I'm tired of carrying your tears with me.
Now I walk with you, flashing.
Companion in your day, because I am a man of the people
, born in October for the face of the world.
Oh, country.
To wet your walls colonels
we need them out of roots,
hanging from a tree in mist acute
violent anger of the people.
therefore ask you to walk together. always
with farmers and agricultural
union workers,
to have a heart to love.
Come home to walk, I'll go with you.
. Otto René Castillo. Revolucion 1944
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