"This is my love" by Jorge Debravo

This is my love, brothers, this effort
dense, mature, tall,
these fingers agonizing and this
bunch of enthusiasm.

I love you not asleep:
I love you fighting and working,
making deicides axes,
freeing.

I love what is revealed in you from gods
before fear and whip,
what sweats, living and guerrilla
at the bottom of the american bone
Being love, not more than flesh,
fighting, not more than a step,
fire, only a cry,
human, not more than tree. 


*Note: "american" refers to a sentiment of brotherhood between all spanish speaking people in latin america.