Milonga Del Fusilado

Don't ask me who I am
Or if you had known me
The dreams I had wanted
Will grow, even though I'm not here
I don't live anymore, but I go
In what I was dreaming
And others who keep fighting
Will make other roses bloom
In the name of those things
Everyone will be naming me

Don't remember my face
That was my war face
As long as there was a need in my land
For me to hate
In the clearing sky
They will know how my forehead was
Few people heard me laugh
But my ignored laughter
They will find it at dawn
Of the day that is sensed

Don't ask me my age
I have the years of everyone
I chose among many ways
To be older than my age
And my true years
Are the shots I have fired
I am born in every fusillade
And even if my body dies
I will have the true age
Of the child I have liberated

Don't go looking for my grave
Because you won't find it
My hands are the ones
In other hands, shooting
My voice, the one that is shouting
My dream, the one that remains whole
And know that I only die
If you start to slacken
Because the one who died fighting
Lives in every companion!