One night is not enough to make us disappear
One night is not enough to make us disappear
Clear blue eyes,
an ocean of rage.
A tiny body that exudes determination and strength.
A volcano in eruption.
“You hit me with a truncheon and I didn’t feel a thing!”
A sweet comrade,
always thoughtful of others,
of a generosity that is rare
on this planet.
… a thousand other things
that my words
can’t describe.
Curled in fetal position
I am living this immense pain
….sobbing….
holding it inside me.
To overcome this grief
and take
even just a crumb
of your immense courage.
I like to think of you like this:
leaving the house with Dina,
to pick wild chicory.
Because in the evening there is a benefit dinner
for the comrades.
Ciao Sara,
have a good trip.
Your heart beats…
in all our nights
of fire.
Always for Anarchy
Translated by Act for freedom now!