This writing was inspired by the youth of China who rose up to give airs to the revolution in their country and by those young people who left the canvas and the pencil to fight against injustice.
The poet's goodbye.
I don't know what I'm doing here, I don't want to know either, I'm just burning time while the time comes for a meeting I'm not even interested in attending, that was my thought since I entered that waiting room, where it would be decided if we would enter or not a fight which is lost before it starts. Now it has been more than 10 hours since the decision was made, some men come here, others to find, uniforms on one side and ammunition on the other, the normal thing for us, we are already used to old experiences, for a moment I thought that they would all be more of the same as I knew more than a year ago, hard men and women, not very educated, hardened in the marginal thing and of empty looks, But the moment this place was filled with other leaders and companions (like me) I knew the mistake I was making in thinking so narrowly, because what I heard one day about "the fight belongs to all of us" became more than just pretty words in a somewhat hollow way when I found myself in this auditorium where such different men were thinking the same thing, all together speaking for the same cause and all of us lamenting, because there was no other way out. Before leaving I saw how the military man and the professor cleaned rifles, like the one in the suit and the one in sewn clothes, looking for the words to say goodbye to their people, how painters left their paintbrush and workers dropped their shovel and at a certain moment I understood the writer, who would remember the smell of the bullets. I don't know what force took hold of me, if it was the former soldier, my resonant military side, or if it was my other side, the student who one day was a Protestant, I only understood that my feet were moving in the direction of those whom I attracted to this place when I was just waiting for another pile of nothing, that I had to know how to put my face, since that was finally changing. Already the last signature was sealed, the ink dried and the sword was taken out of its sheath, we will not stand it anymore, this agony is over I don't understand how time passed so quickly, a few hours ago I was with you and now, the cold and fear numb my fingers and in my heart the beat becomes stronger and stronger. Now we just have to wait, our people do not delay, this morning we were not 10 and we are hundreds now, I do not know how to explain an unreasonable how I ended up here, I can only say that the time is now, because if we did not change something, we would die of hunger or a punishing bullet, I just ask forgiveness for what I will do, I will never forgive myself, what I must not do, but my greatest regret is that if I fall, I will never see you. I say goodbye, because the time has come, there will be no more witnesses to this, nor will there be talk of it on the radio stations, we will only be those who face the evil that devours us until today.
