Keridos companeros:
It did or three months ke forced to me to cross the pool,
and even though saved the painful critical moment of the goodbyes, seems ke
strengthened but to my heart the faces, the words, the afternoons, the
lunches, the laughter and the quarrels ke kedaron alla, as to half of
I sound of which they force to you to wake up abruptly, or like a
reality of which they exilian to you from a dark labyrinth, but there
is, like a promise to return, a necessary horizon that to look for
with the thought whenever this old kitchen boy sinks to me and rotten
continent, an encounter that ojala and does not take too much
and that now accompany me like essential luggage of my
cotidianidad.
And it is now, after reading your terrible official notice ke I
decide to break finally a silence that me imponia by pending overload
of sensations, too many words, too many hugs, and thanks always
gigantic that did not hit upon to formulate in words... but is now,
when the first name of the list, Lola, tightens the entranas to me to
be I complete face of you ke I saw and embraces already of this side
of the damned little oceano. And sabeis ke I do not mean my
power to hardly have it cerquita to a month of my arrival, that is to
say, Žaun with the heart misled between the streets of Guadalajara
looking for bridges that gave back to Oaxaca, to the laughter, the
eternal time of the daily truths... Lola, ke brought your words
to me that now again, when thinking about it, obstruct me the
throat... Lola, ke I conquer our oidos and our eyes... And
soon Miguel, and Leonorcita, and Kalid... my brothers... Damned
little children of puta! sinrazon prevails again like a dark
shade that separates from to us that we want; the absurd one
without reason of the Power, the absurd Power of without reason that
under the unico argument which they have, the one of the imposed
official lies under the speech of the Force, creates to be able to
silence our shouts or to erase our consciences... But we are
many, every time but those that we know the other language, the one
that us sister and turns to us One single one against the common
enemy, the hateful Capital and its forms but, against the Repression.
But it is not moment of speeches. I want to you,
companeros... and I cannot remove from the head the smiles and the
glances of the comrades with which I had the luck to share great
small short whiles... and cannot remove from the head in which
conditions you would estaran now... I had the misfortune to know
repressive the system, jailes and the truth of the torture after its
walls... and me Mexican cago in God! ... like no, already sabeis
that that is my genuine form but to protest... me cago in God!
that I cannot support to imagine to me to Leonorcita that book
of Guadalajara, and to the candy kalid... and Miguel...
In short, companeros... single queria recordaros that I
follow with you, who manana tempranito we began to send faxes and what
it is... and in this week they are going to me to make a pair of
interviews by a shared in common concert ke we have organized by the
prisoners of Guadalajara and I am going to try to spread and to summon
reactions. I am with you, always, companeros... and ojala could
cross the damned little pool of a jump for regalaros will accompany in
all this and a long hug and rebel, comrades of roji-black heart...
Gaby, precious, not if seras your the one that estes reading
this... if these your there I send a torrent to you of kisses... and if
you are not your ke this ahi, is worth equal...
Atee.
Its friend Sea