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Yesterday saw the annual luncheon of the grouping of PC in Alcalá.

We had the great pleasure of having the presence of Marcos Ana, a quiet man and his speech is simple and comforting, to hear him confirmed that it is worth continuing to fight, it is clear that the only struggle you lose is the one abandoned I confirmed that it is true that more men like him, change the world would be an easier task, he gave us his story, talked of his years of struggle, the 23 years they stole, to defend in every way possible the freedom, equality, by giving voice to the voiceless.

tearfully hear this poem she wrote while in prison when it was remembered as a tree, leave it here for grabs.

as a tree tell me, tell me the song
a river
when covered with birds,
me about the sea,
me about the smell
wide field of stars, the air without a horizon recítame

, keyless lock as the hut of a poor
tell me as a woman's kiss
give me the name of love I do not remember

Even the nights are scented in love
that tremble with love in the moonlight or just left
this pit?
light
a lock and my rose song
22 years I have forgotten dimension

things smell, aroma Write
groping sea
the field, forest, forest
and say I'm the geometry of the tree. I speak about issues

the years I forgot, I can not go

hear the footsteps of the official.