Arise to birth with me, brother.
Give me your hand out of the depths
Sown by your sorrows
You will not return from these stone fastness.
You will not emerge from subterranean time
Your rasping voice will not come back
nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets”
—Pablo Neruda: The Heights of Macchu Picchu
Before the stroke of midnight, on July 2, 2024, a voice roared in Parliament. Angomcha Bimo
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