Dear son
It has been 35 years since i saw you last time.
I remember the last conversation shearing a cup of mate, your dreams, our plans, your love.
You had been in my mind since then. All this years, but most of all those in which the dictatorship was going.
You know that was going to happen, that’s way you told me you wished that somebody lake Severino Di’Giovanni could by there to help you fight Videla as he fought Uriburu.
But they came for you that night. I swear I tried to hide you the best a could but they destroyed the house, it was impossible that they couldn’t find you. They would burn the house if they had to, to find you.
Dear son you and your ideas would by so useful today, since the time we were together the things have changed. The people today done see as clearly, as you and your friends did, the injustice and the domination, that makes the loss of freedom something even desirable for much.
Dear son how much would I like to have you back live, live, just the way they took you.
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