Hungry and in rags

treated like an animal

Beaten and insulted

silenced as though Satan walked past

no chance to rest

no chance to sleep

no chance to think

What possible mistakes could I have made

to deserve this torment?

Falcon flying in the sky

you know what's in my heart

Tell me: where rice plants wave in the wind

glinting in the sun

does my mother still stand and wait for me?

Does she still turn her gaze

towards me in prison?

Dear mother, I will come home

I will come back even in death

Even if my corpse is cut

into thousands of pieces

I will come home

Passing through this wall

going through another like a spirit

I will come home, dear mother...

even in death.

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Hambriento y en harapos,