A Salvador Allende En Su Combate Por La Vida
Pablo Milanés
To Salvador Allende In His Fight For Life
What loneliness so alone flooded you
at the moment when your personal
friends of life and death
surrounded you.
What a way to rise in an embrace
hatred, betrayal, death, mud;
what constituted your thinking
has all died.
What a burned life,
what dead hope,
what return to nothing,
what end.
A split sky, a broken star,
rolling inside you.
This moment arrived, there is nothing else
you were seen holding a rifle.
Flying,
far away your thoughts,
right into the time
of messages, loyalties, of doing.
It remained,
to set the example,
and in a short time
a new armed star
to make.
What a way to remain so engraved
your figure ordering to be born,
those who saw you or heard you speak
will not forget you.
You bordered Dos Ríos and Ayacucho,
like a liberator in Chacabuco,
the Andes that saw you grow
symbolize you.
You split the air, the stones jumped,
you emerged perfect from there.
Never did a thought of pen and word
turn into such a strong leader.
For a moment existence ceased,
you were dying starting to live.
Flying,
far away your thoughts,
right into the time
of messages, loyalties, of doing.
It remained,
to set the example,
and in a short time
a new armed star
to make.
