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Phoebus wakes on Soubestre

The pigeons take advantage of dawn to head of Beam

Mist Valley Luy will dissipate only later

To my father (Spain 1943)

RED DAWN

Aouba rouye ben o Plouyé

(red dawn wind or rain)

Male slave, an animal being led
Tes My eyes are the only
Only cowards cry
At the bottom of their home
A Sabbath, Lent Ramadan
addition, people, order, country,
Kolkhozes, unions, and phalanges phratries

Since the death of your husband in the dark forest
Widow, your home becomes catacomb.
I saw your children
They played with tanks of tyrants! And you
old liberal cacochyme
Your age forces you to bend your spine.
On the mantel, your gun is sleeping.
Your country in the hands of tyrants,
You wait quietly death.
Where are your freedoms of yesteryear?

A Jewish, Polish, black and Aztec
Today added sadly
Chileans, Spaniards, Greeks, Russian and Czech.
Freedom, how have you been lovers?

Young slave will see the old senile
Takes his gun and his advice, you
cache before they t'exilent.
Patriarch will tell you before his last sleep
The tyrants will give you bread and circuses,
But you miss the freedom to be happy.
Beat you to the child without a father,
For the widow and the aged who hope.

Soon the dawn will be red
This will be the sign of people moving
So, with its attendant hatred, implacable
storm comes, suddenly.


Cape Saint Sever October 20, 1973