To Luciano (tortu)
It has been a year since your departure, like that of the Belén and el risue, today they are still alive among those who remember you.
I learned about you already being behind the walls, it makes me think that perhaps more than once we bumped into each other in some instance… It is curious how after the passing of the years one realizes that he could have given himself the opportunity to do things better, I suppose it has to do with the fact that far from regret, by constantly growing one looks at his steps taken to improve himself. I think that more than once you realized that, but what better than to experience things to be able to move forward and improve.
They say that the only sure thing is death and we start from this plane in such a simple way that in a breath our life is gone. I imagine that your surroundings remind you at every moment, even in the most detailed moment, your spirit, your smile and desire for freedom will never leave.
Today I remember you because your acts and actions were worthy and of a human value that is not usually seen today… We pass through the same dungeons, we walk the same streets and despite not having met, something in common unites us, which is the feeling for the real, the conscience and that another way of life is possible by preparing us to fight and resist.
All that beautiful things that you left in the lives of the people who accompanied you will continue to exist and endure like the mountain range itself, making your name and steps something that cannot be erased.
Tomás González Quezada
Subversive prisoner from the Ex Penitentiary.
Black August 2025.