Today street was not wet, or the steps of people accompanying you under the harsh sun of Santiago took five minutes to get to your place of rest.
I met you, before your Chile since then so was mine. For you, for the Violet, Neruda, Allende and many of those who cantastes, of which cantastes and especially to those who apoyastes from all spaces creastes to bring culture to the people.
Perhaps the time has forgotten the questions to Mr. Perez Sujovic, but unfortunately still others continue to emerge Puerto Montt, although they are located in other parts of the world, although the executors of innocent people are terrorists too heartless.
This day is sure to Maria opened their windows to hear your voice to the procession passing. Even children Yuntero left the forge that I still operates in this world, to accompany you to your final resting place.
are so many things I would want to tell you that I run over and prevent me from expressing all the feelings of affection and gratitude always felt for you. I remember Victor
.
Your life will always be forever in our hearts. Farewell
partner.
Farewell brother.
