A
Dawn Memory
I remember that October dawn
when we fled from the National Guard
after the assault on the San Carlos barracks
and I was drowning as we crossed the River Frío
and I yelled: 'I'm drowning, Iván'.
But it wasn't Iván who got there
first -
it was you, Alejandro.
Nubia
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