Biting of villains, I was the great solitary
Biting of scoundrels, I was "the great solitary
of Chilean letters, wounded warrior, drag a torn heart
proletarian epic
and the decision not to fall due.
plowing on parental fear, my ordeal
dripping human blood, and a sun
terrified me will fire encircling the body of extraordinary,
as a golden horse with brake lost. Irreducible
the whip, and innumerable wild,
social instinct gives me the imponderable, and discover an underground
that approves human drama.
With your memory, shoulder, my specific role as
walk alone, I identify you, with your ashes
founded a new religion.
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