Carta a Mi Compañero

I already know,
now there is no rest, companion.
Distances separate me, temporary.
At the moment I only have my soul full
of words, exiled concerns,
hope keeps me tied here.
Is it tomorrow that I return enraged
to avenge death for death of my people?

Because we must unite
the countryside and the city, beloved companion,
and a single homeland at last
the working class will build!
And tomorrow to work,
to unite, to organize;
the struggle continues.
And in the midst of action and slogans
we meet again,
my beloved!

Tell me,
if the man from the coast and the mountains,
if the man from the industry and the roads
take up the banners of the fight.
If in hidden mouths
conscious words of combat are shuffled.
Does the hunt for the executioner begin already,
or does it still retain the foam of the waves?

Tell me,
you said the clandestine word,
you overcame fears in the village,
you sowed unity like a spike,
you knew of the spilled blood,
you clearly showed the guilty:
there will be no stone, no sea to protect them;
nor caves, nor forgiven hideouts.