Miguel Enríquez

(To Miguel Enríquez Espinosa, general secretary of the MIR.)

Miguel Enríquez, your name
has the strength of a river
flowing down from the mountain
to water our paths.

Miguel Enríquez, your eyes
look at us from the future,
voice of gunfire your song,
song of pure ideals.

Miguel Enríquez, your hand
did not tremble before the enemy,
six hundred were needed
to leave you lying.

Miguel Enríquez, your people
have a lump in their throat,
they cry with a rifle in hand
your death makes them grow.

I want to write a letter
with golden letters that say:
Miguel Enríquez is not dead,
he gave his life to Chile.