"Homage to Lluís M. Xirinacs, after his tragic death"
Freedom, I cried!/ A message of liberty for a country/ I love so much: its history,/ its ancient language pursued/everywhere by powerful destroyers;/ its people, who suffered centuries/ of foreign cruel domination./ Castilian is foreign, ever./ The enemy has tools and uses/them to imprison our culture and our people./ I dare fight wherever and whenever./ I don't kneel before whoever/ tells me to lose my feelings, my mind./ I'm not of the world of kneeling/ like so many polititians/ who rule us and lose their dignity./ I've gone now, to eternal lands,/ and my cry is only one: LIBERTY.
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