Which, if you fall…

The night before his death

Was the shortest of his life

The idea that there are still

He burned the blood wrists

The weight of his body sickened

His strength did moan

It's at the bottom of this horror

He began to smile

He was not a comrade

But millions and millions

To avenge the, he knew it

And the day came for him.

Paul Eluard.

One fight

Le partage c'est la liberté