In a couple of hours the plum blossoms at Santa Fe N° 725 will bleed, to feed the condors and the goats in uniform

A hunted man; a “most wanted” man - Miguel against two hundred bullets - will embrace his blackbirds for the last time

Next to him: a pamphlet by Lenin, a sewing machine, and a postcard dedicated to a future with no oppressors

The DINA will disappear his comrades, one by one, one by one…

But not yet, not yet! First I’ll put my light blue shirt on and fly, fly through the prison bars - up to the sun's highest mast!

Santiago de Chile is reborn, with the umbilical cord around its throat, on the eleventh day of the ninth month - every year since

The Four Horsemen will soon ride over La Moneda, faster than the speed of sound. Flames will whip the sky into a mural of tied hands and kicked-out-teeth

Generals with wolf eyes and the pale boys from Chicago are getting ready to mix a solution of rage and sulfur...

But not yet, not yet! First I’ll put my light blue shirt on and fly, fly through the prison bars - up to the sun's highest mast!

A photographer drops slowly down to the ground; a little girl is asking for her mother - soon she will be thrown from an unmarked aircraft, lead shoes on her feet

My friends, Fenix and Salvador, will be fried alive in salpeter, far away, in Chacabuco. Broken jaws for breaking the holy laws of faith and property

Amanda will fight until the end at the entry to the factory. Her rifle used to be a pencil. Together we taught the old whales and the sea to read and write. Even the fish laughed

The man who once spoke to the grapes in Valparaiso is rowing across the river to the underworld, with a load of pigeons and shells

In the left jacket: a picture of his younger sister. She is now bathing in electricity

What does he have to lose? His knuckles have bled since childhood in the mines at Lota y Coronel. He also knows Miguel

The Four Horsemen will soon blow over La Moneda, pillars of smoke everywhere

He who sang to the plow and the butterflies will have his fingers crushed

In the football stadium thousands of copihues and hummingbirds will be killed. Red dogs must not be allowed to walk in freedom

...In a couple of hours the plum blossoms will bleed, to feed the goats and the condors in uniform. The long knives have already printed the menus!

But not yet, not yet! First I’ll put my light blue shirt on and fly, fly through the prison bars - up to the sun's highest mast!

An unbroken eagle - his name was Miguel - will embrace his comrades for the last time:

- I'm waiting for you where dawn is laughing fearless skies into life. I'm waiting for you where darkness recedes and our song turns into a whirlwind

Santiago de Chile is reborn, with the umbilical cord around its throat, on the eleventh day of the ninth month - every year since...