What loneliness alone flooded you
at the moment when your personal
friends of life and death
they surrounded you.
What a way to rise in a hug
hatred, betrayal, death, mud;
what constituted your thought
everything has died
What a burned life,
what dead hope,
what a return to nothing,
what an end
A split sky, a broken star,
they rolled inside you.
This moment has come, there is nothing more
You saw yourself holding a rifle.
I was flying,
far your thought,
right towards time
of messages, of loyalties, of doing.
There was,
give all the example,
and in a short time
a new armed star
do.
What a way to stay so recorded
your figure ordering to be born,
those who saw you or heard you say
they do not forget you anymore
Lindaste with Dos Ríos and Ayacucho,
as a liberator in Chacabuco,
The Andes that watched you grow
they symbolize you
You split the air, the stones jumped,
you emerged perfect from there.
Never a thought of pen and word
became such a strong champion.
The existence ceased for a moment,
you died beginning to live.
I was flying,
far your thought,
right towards time
of messages, of loyalties, of doing.
There was,
give all the example,
and in a short time
a new armed star
do.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)