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A woman should be pretty
A woman should be quiet
She looks and touches
And says nothing

Suddenly I felt something
It came from behind me
It shook me, loud voices
So angry

Handkerchief in hand to name
Every disappeared woman
Every lonely dead
For whom we did nothing

Fist up, this is enough
We won't be silent, we're here
We're already breaking your old ways

Women are rebelling
Men don't know what to do
All the pieces in motion
The rules are being remade

Being a father is not so difficult
Being a brother
Being my man
It's your turn to learn to listen to us

Don't try to tell this story
My present and my past
With this voice
Today I will narrate it

Handkerchief in hand to name
Every disappeared woman
Every lonely absent
For whom we did nothing

The dead will not come back
Listen well, they will never return
We will mark their names on your statue

It's for my grandmother
It's for my mother
It's for my sister
It's for my daughter

It's for my shadow
It's for Rosario
It's for Elena
It's for my dead

It's for the dreams
That slipped away from us
It's for life
To make them happen

For those who are coming
For those who have gone
It's for telling it
All over again