Nobody knows where the assassins
Buried these bodies;
but they’ll rise from earth
to redeem the falling blood
in the resurrection of the people.
In the middle of the Plaza this crime was committed.
The thorn scrub didn’t hide the people
pure blood , nor was it swallowed by the pampa’s sand.
Nobody hid this crime.
This crime was committed in the middle of the plaza.
- Pablo Neruda
Listen to what they did. Listen to what`s to come.
Listen to the blood.
Listen to the drum.
- James Fenton
Tyrants have not yet discovered any chains that can
fetter the mind - H. Spencer