Some Poems
Victor Jara was a composer and guitar player, whose hands were broken by the military regime, before they killed him.
KEEP ON SINGING (TO VICTOR JARA)
You were born to sing to love
to flowers and to arms
You were born to be with them
to gather with all in the square.
Always thinking and talking
looking all around you
with your guitar in your arms
building a better tomorrow.
Behind the scenes,ramps and lights
everywhere with serene tranquility
hard work awaited you,do you remember
"Resembling happiness"
The memories are many Amanda
the pledges are many,
the pigeons are many that will fly
to the new houses that must be built.
You were born to use your arms
you used them until the last moment
but it did not stop there
now and always keep playing your melody
in the suburb,stadium or in the world
always vibrating like the sound of the sea.
Keep on singing compañero friend.
LONQUEN
(Mine abandoned and converted into a clandestine cementry)
The richness came from the earth
to give work and bread
They left you one day
and you stayed there sleeping
One night they awakened you
you started to receive tortured men
workers of the country
some from the disappeared list
The uniformed men put dynamite
the crimes erased from the earth
Lament swept the valley
explosion that can’t be silenced.
TWO THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED DISAPPEARANCES
They were born and they have names
Carlos, Ricardo, Juan,
Violeta, Luis, Maria,
Jose, Miguel, Lucia,
and thousand more name
also family,wives ,children,
brothers,mothers and friends.
But they wanted to detain their lives ,
wipe them off the earth
bury them in the darkness and in the silence.
Maybe some of them cannot see the light
the murderers turned off their lives
spilt their bood wich is my blood.
Why so many crimes
why cannot your loved one see
you laugh and cry.
They were sons of the country
with dedicated lives
the fight near at hand
and tomorrow will go out from the darkness
to march in the front line
to see the new dawn of unity.