THE LAST ONE
(TRANSLATION)

I,

after so many years bound to the gun,

I repent.

Let them be happy, those red-bottomed mandrils

that fill newspapers!

Let them propose a toast, those twisted-beaked democrats

that fill the restaurants!

Let them dance, those many-coloured dogs (polices)

that they fill the brothels!

I repent,

aware of all the lost years,

conscious of the futility of my efforts.

I repent

and also swear:

that never again shall I be blinded by the glint of the revolver,

that never again shall I miss my target,

that never again shall I go one by one,

that the weapon I choose

will be precise, final, definitive.