Poem of Cipriano Ferrel

To my children, I leave a world of injustices;

To my parents, I leave my gratitude for their humanitarian teachings;

To my comrades in the struggle, I leave my principles;

To the struggle, I leave my ideas;

To my enemies, I leave my smile;

The ill will always have my love of life;

To the wise, I leave my ignorance;

To the oppressed, I entrust my hope for a new world;

To those who I have disrespected, I ask their pardon;

To each of my lovers, I leave a piece of my heart.

(Transcribed from a handwritten page, date and authorship unknown)

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