The times are too difficult right now to offer any comments other than those of revolutionaries.
Photo: Marc Hutten, the death of Che Guevara, 9 October 1967, the higuera, Bolivia
When you know I’m dead
Don’t pronounce my name
Because he would stop
Death and rest.
When you know I’m dead
Say strange syllables
Pronunciation Flower, bee,
Lagrima, bread, storm.
Don’t let your lips
Find my ten letters.
I’m sleepy I loved,
I have reached silence.
(Che Guevara)
And so it is with me, the same with the ten letters.
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