You Can Only Die Once, So Do

I Worked In The Mechanical Factories Repairing Cement Trucks. The Cuban Government Wanted Me To Work In The University As A Teacher In Literature, But I Declined Because I Wanted A More Sense Of The Countryside.

I Would Like To Add I'm Innocent. I Am Not Guilty.

My Fear Was Not Of Death Itself, But A Death Without Meaning. I Wanted My Death To Be Something The People Could Relate To, A Basis For Further Mobilization Of The Community.

Existence Is Violent, I Exist, Therefore I'm Violent. . . In That Way.

Any Unarmed People Are Slaves, Or Are Subject To Slavery At Any Given Moment.