I forgot that this was a political forum and was trying to edit this post and move it to the other forum dealing with Che's life but couldn't because I can't change the title. Maybe the webmaster can sort this mess out. Sorry for the screw up.


ALONE
by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view


The Earth's Name is Juan
by Pablo Neruda

Juan followed upon the liberators
working, fishing, and fighting,
in his carpentry work or in his damp mine.
His hands have plowed the earth and measured
the roads.
His bones are everywhere.
But he's alive. He returned from the earth. He
was born.
He was born again like an eternal plant.
All the impure night trend to submerge him
and today he affirms his indomitable lips in the
dawn.
They bound him, and he's now a determined
soldier.
They wounded him, and he's still hearty as an
apple.
Juan followed upon the liberators
working, fishing, and fighting,
in his carpentry work or in his damp mine.
His hands have plowed the earth and measured
the roads.
His bones are everywhere.
But he's alive. He returned from the earth. He
was born.
He was born again like an eternal plant.
All the impure night trend to submerge him
and today he affirms his indomitable lips in the
dawn.
They bound him, and he's now a determined
soldier.
They wounded him, and he's still hearty as an
apple.
THEY CUT OFF HIS HANDS, AND TODAY HE POUNDS WITH
THEM.
THEY BURIED HIM, AND HE SINGS ALONG WITH US.

Juan, the door and the road are yours.
The earth
is yours, people, truth was born,
with you, with your blood.
They couldn't exterminate you.

Your roots,
tree of humanity,
tree of eternity,
are today defended with steel,
are today defended with your own grandeur
in the Soviet land, armored
against the snaps of the moribund wolf.

People, order was born of suffering.

Your victorious flag was born of order.

Hoist it with all the hands that fell,
defend it with all the hands that are jointed,
and let the unity of your invisible faces
advance to the final struggle, to the star.


Whenever I hear this song it reminds me
of the separation of Che and Chichina resulting from Che's destiny. That destiny set them apart. The destiny that still divides loved ones.

Hoja En Blanco
Fue imposible sacar tus recuerdos
de mi mente,
fue imposible olvidar que algun dia
yo te quise.

Tanto tiempo paso desde el dia
que te fuiste
ahi supe que las despedidas
son muy tristes.

Nunca me imagine
que un tren se llevara en su viaje,
aquellas iluciones
que de niños nos juramos,
todos tus sentimientos
que guardaste en tu equipaje
quisiste consolarme
y me dijiste yo te amo.

Desde entonces no supe
que seria de tu vida,
Desde entonces no supe
si algun dia regresabas,
los amigos del pueblo
preguntaban si volvias,
llorando di la espalda
y no les pude decir nada.

Ayer que regrese a mi pueblo,
alguien me dijo que ya te casaste,
mirame y dime si ya me olvidaste
me marchare con los ojos de aguados,

Despues le pregunte a la luna
me dio la espalda e intento ocultarse,
hasta la luna sabe que me amaste
hasta la luna sabe que me amas

Y vuela, vuela por otro rumbo
ve y sueña, sueña que el mundo es tuyo
tu ya no puedes volar conmigo
aunque mis sueños se iran contigo.

Es tan triste tener que decirte
que me olvides,
otro amor ha llegado a mi vida
y no te quiero.

Es muy tarde y no puedo negarte
que me muero
pero no cambiaran mis palabras
para decirte;

Que soñare contigo siempre que cierre mis ojos
y entonare por ti mi canto triste noche a noche
que llorare sin ti cuando recuerde que estoy solo
y al recordar que duermes en brazos de otro hombre

Me pregunte si aun recuerdas algo de mi vida
si en tu memoria vive aquel amor de tantos años
aquel hombre que siempre te ha querido desde niña
que hoy llora por que el amor de su vida se a casado.

Es triste ver como un tren que se aleja
viene y se va lo mejor de tu vida
dime el motivo de tu despedida
porque te fuiste dejando mil penas

Un dia recibi tu carta
quise leerla y era una hoja en blanco
pues de tu vida nunca supe nada
como preguntas si es que aun te amo




(Edited by myrmidon of Che at 3:37 pm on Aug. 13, 2001)