Every day they leave our arms
friends, brothers, companions
many of them, those who taught us
others of them, those who knew us
Daily they leave our meeting
Poets, Musicians, Singers
Good people who fought with their loves
and with his arts for an entire town
We know that of them, companions
they will make flags, portraits and songs
tributes, which will reissue their books
that there will be t-shirts and there will even be discussions
We know that of them, companions
there will be internet, a lot of noise in multimedia
that the hated of yesterday will be the geniuses
recognized now that they are dead
But we know, comrades, we do know
that what matters is not the myth or the money
that what those men leave behind are trails
and they stay flying in our wind
That no one who fought ever died for less
and no one who fought has ever asked for more
to have changed reality
just with a gesture, an omen....