Dear comrades in Spain:
hereby want to thank the response that my poem be found Dissident, then was read at the Fourth Meeting of Dissent. Thanks to the organizers and thanks to those who read and musicians and all of you.
We are all sons of a English country. We must never forget. We are Romans, Celts, Iberians, Visigoths. We are what the culture of Spain and his retinue have made us glorious. The Creoles are also the children of that greatness, lost in our civil wars of independence, but of imperial decline and fractionation. Independence would have been if a confederation of patriotic united in the overarching principle of Hispanic, would have to face the common enemy advance. But that has not been given, and now we are all adrift.
Civilization is the handful of men who defend it. Glory for themselves, for the fallen, for those who suffer unjust persecution, for those who think big, to the militants. And though all moorings and wander lost cut by history, we know who we are, where we come from and where we go.
I will continue to appoint our symbols, the sword, bow, the ship, glory, conquest, hiking. Where there is one of us will be Spain, where English is spoken will be Spain. And if we were alone, talk to the wolves of the last mountains or the condors in the Andes.
Tomorrow
met 164 years of the children of Spain in this part of the world will stand up to the English invader capitalist in our inland rivers, crossing chains around Obligado. They also found it easy, but that's the dissent: lines, bars and chains. Always has been.
Save the lone warrior licks wounds just thinking back to the battle!
greet comrades, from the last frontier, south of our dream! Salve
Spain! Salve English Main!
Juan Pablo Vitali Buenos Aires, 19 November 2009.
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