They put the prisoner
against the wall.
A soldier ties his hands.
His fingers touch him - strong,
gentle, saying goodbye.
- Forgive me, companero -
says the voice in a whisper.
The echo of his voice
and of
those fingers on his arm
fills his body with light
I tell you his body fills with light
and he almost does not hear
the sound of the shots
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