A grandmother, a mother and her five year old son
Where in Le Bataclan that day.
They had moved to Paris-
Away from the hatred of Los Andes.
From Chile they came, bringing only pain and nostalgia
To share your legacy, Douce France,
And to embrace your Liberté.
Which woman can, by her thoughts alone,
Give us kisses sweeter than wine: a better life?
Though we die for her?
Only you, Douce France.
Whenever our towers collapse
We look straight to your Tour Eiffel.
Nobody ever died of sadness close to you.
My compatriots learned to enjoy life
Until death fragments pierced their bodies.
They must have thought that across the ocean
The angry sounds of an earlier time
Had reached them from their distant land.
And from that fire and with their souls,
They protected the child,
Who was newly learning to name you.
Hand in hand he walked out
With the little prince of Saint-Exupéry,
Toward the Boulevard Voltaire.
Since that day, he takes care of you,
Our beloved Liberté.
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Your poem moved me beyond words and brought me to tears. I had the honor to comment on your poem for our book, Poetry Against Terror, and I will not ever forget this beautiful writing, this tribute to the Chilean family who came to Paris to celebrate her Liberty. Thanks for writing this special poem.
Dear Pamela, you comment is very important to me, because you are a poet of great sensibility and talent. Thanks you with all my heart for you work on benefit of all of us in our Anthology. An affectionate hug.