MILONGA PARA UN FUSILADO – Ballad of The Fallen

Don’t ask me who I am

Or if you knew me

The dreams that I had

Will grow even though I’m mo longer here.

I’m not alive, but my life continues

In that which goes dreaming

Others who continue the light

Will grow new roses

In the name of all these things

You’ll find my name. 

Don’t remember my face

For it was my face of war

While I was in my land

It was necessary to hide my real face

In the sky where I go

You’ll se what my true face was like

Few people heard me laugh

But when you are present in the woods

You’ll find before you my ignored smile. 

Each day our love increased for our compañeros

who have died. 

We know they don’t find peace in their rest

For they live in the agitations of glory. 

Cry with us all those who feel it

Suffer with us all those who loved them

Fall to the earth on your knees 

Tremble with fear

All those who on that fateful day … assisted in

The murder. 

COMPAÑEROS FALLEN IN THE STRUGGLE – EVER ONWARD TO VICTORY! 

Don’t ask me my age

I have the years of all

In many ways I chose

To be older than my age

In truth, my years

Are the shots being fired

I’m born in each new round

And although my body has died

My true age is the age

Of the child I have liberated.

Spoken:ONE NEVER FORGETS THE COLOR OF BLOOD – THE DEAD WILL BE AVENGED! 

Don’t go looking for my grave

For you wont find it.

My hands are those that go

In others’s hands that are firing

My voice is that which is shouting

My dream, follows

And know that I only die

If you give up

For those who die in combat

Live on in every compañero

For those who die in combatLive on in every … compañero. 

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This poem, translated from Spanish, was found on the body of a student who was killed when the United States-backed National Guard of El Salvador massacred a sit-in at the university in San Salvador.

Thanks to David who sent me wonderful past of my days that i had, remind me of the potential i posses, and how great a music (jazz) can be. and beyond the music, education, sociology of sports, art, relationship-things, cultural, poverty and world disaster, … there is the friendship that matters. cheers!  

~ by nisa felicia faridz on February 6, 2008.