Verses from “Che Comandante” by Nicolás Guillén
Though you have fallen your light burns no less bright.
A fire horse
sustains your guerrilla sculpture
among the wind and the clouds of the Sierra.
Though still you are not silence.
And even though they burn you,
they conceal you underground,
they hide you
in a cemetery, woods, paramos,
they are not going to prevent us from finding you
Che Comandante, friend.
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