Guantanamo written

when i knew that in the Base they kill
with Dryboarding (death by asphyxiation),
I thought of the inmates


who there were.

i thought above all, of my brother José
that is not a taliban nor a yemenite,
but lives in the Caribbean,
an Area very distant from the Base.

i thought and don’t it deny, of my brother,
that dies daily from asphyxiation. 

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