How can they silence me/when all the echoes of the universe shall be/symphonies in my forehead?
Original text (Spanish)
Original text (Spanish)
From my invaded nation,/the battlefield today is independence.
Where does the laughter wander that decorated life/when your heart gathered my sadnesses?
To sin by silence, when we should protest,
Makes cowards out of men.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.
There are times when good words are to be left unsaid out of esteem for silence.
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