Night Without a Homeland
I don’t want a knife in the hands of the motherland.
Neither a knife nor a rifle for anyone:
the land is for everyone,
like the air.

I’d like to have enormous hands,
violent and brutal,
to tear out boundaries one by one
and leave as a boundary just the air.

Let no one have land
as they have suits.
Let everyone have land
as they have air.

I would grab wars by their ends
and would not leave one in the landscape
and I would open the earth for everyone
as if it were air…

For air belongs to nobody, nobody, nobody,
and everyone owns their plot of air.

Jorge Debravo (January 31, 1938 – August 4, 1967)