Probably I am an ordinary middle-class
believer in individual rights, the word
"freedom" is simple to me, it doesn`t mean
the freedom of any class in particular.
Politically naive, with an average
education (brief moments of clear vision
are its main nourishment), I remember
the blazing appeal of that fire which parches
the lips of the thirsty crowd and burns
books and chars the skin of cities. I used to sing
those songs and I know how great it is
to run with others; later, by myself,
with the taste of ashes in my mouth, I heard
the lie`s ironic voice and the choir screaming
and when I touched my head I could feel
the arched skull of my country, its hard edge.