Dear Fernando:
A year ago I saw you walking down the Paseo de Castro-Urdiales, he had two private bodyguards, a gun that I gave you my time as Chief of Security ..., and silent suffering that rested on your face leaving old-looking, full of ruts. You told me you were married and I presentastes your dear wife that he wore his picture on your mobile "" It's Colombian, "and I settled down, she's beautiful. How
abatares and sunny afternoons we spent in the skin of this Euskadi, some sun, and more shades of gray and silent funeral, it rained in the wet. Only the rain in my country will never be able to dilute the blood of many comrades killed by bombs and bullets of ETA, there are plenty of adjectives, referring to these macabre acronyms that have been beaten, even in the tectonic plates of my land, and making yours. Although I know you do not want to take some "needy" to slaughter the Samaritans.
Do you remember that we intend to write a novel based on your life, which read: "Intimate Journal of a councilor in the Basque Country", even went to seek the blessing of D. José María Aznar, who summoned us, through letter path, the same Carlos Iturgaiz. It was all in "waters of actual use." Now I am who I am considering writing my own experiences of escort in the Basque country who dared to stand as a candidate by the City of Bermeo, and you have part of it, that I had dared to take such a step.
We've been together on many funerals and it has rained almost all, like tears of impotence life is cut short by segalaris will not say bersolaris because poetry as my admired Basque poet Gabriel Celaya: - "Poetry is a weapon loaded with future. "Poor poet who died almost in poverty and an instrument to make use of the word FREEDOM. I remember him, the poet, those poets who spent our time trying to change things, while recognizing a ourselves many errors, however, we view what we believe in justice relevant to man dignity.
In an afternoon of autumn, which stood by Unamuno Bilbao, I llevastes my hand to your right side, you had a scar and below it wore an electronic device that emits electrical impulses to your spinal cord, to bypass the pains arising from the grips of your battered spine. But most of your wounds as many harassed and threatened, are psychic, as a result of such political and social pressure. I do not know if enconrarás
work. I do not know if a PP or PSOE entrepreneur or just someone who can meet your demand for dignity have mercy on you and you can achieve your desires. I do not know if the flowers or our laurels do not expect or if it will rain again tomorrow on the cold marble cemetery or if you or I or others decide to end it all this through self-imposed euthanasia redeem us from time aprobio as we are suffering.
I thought, or more than a thought is a hunch, "there will come a day when they feel complicit and guilty in a bench of justice, as criminals against humanity (Nuremberg Trials). That day will come and justice!.
I know your life will change and adversity that invests in black mourning will crack and the black color of slavery, of mourning, the dark ..., white glow of peace and freedom. There will come a day too, that the Act Victims pick up the victims of persecution. And I hope to be in this world, not only in the Beatitudes.
| THE BEATITUDES |
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| And taking the word he taught them: |
| Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. |
| Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth posseerán. |
| Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted. |
| Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled. |
| Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. |
| pure in heart: for they shall see God. |
| Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called sons of God. |
| Blessed are the persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. |
| Blessed are you when men revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you because of me. |
| Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets before you. |
At least, my friend Fernando we have faith.
