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The March

I shall write a march

for the revolutionaries

to sing all along their way,

with faces shining like in an ecstacy

and the voices sounding enthusiastic,

furious, violent, with sacred mania.

I adore revolutionaries,

they are luminous,

before the victory of the revolution.

After that they are swimming

in the gloom of authority.

(25 selected luminous poems)

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