Mensaje

Don't think I don't know
what you've been through
since that moment
when they told you,
your eyes trembling,
that your partner
was taken away
through those streets,
he's in prison.

I don't know what it feels like
with this punishment,
when your man,
the one you love,
father of your kids,
your shared love,
is taken far away,
hands tied,
sense lost.

I ask you, don't cry,
because the enemy
laughs at tears
when it's their crime;
from here, far away,
your pain reaches me,
a terrible message
that the wind brings me
from the saltpeter mines.