They cut off his left hand 
"Now 
know what is 
the 
pain "
They told before 
of 
I push 
fell 
few meters, lost consciousness and enough blood 
the 
sunbeams were living swords that stung your body hurt, abandoned in 
deep ravine 
pestilential 
creature 
attraction to 
birds of prey 
Smell, rotting skin, 
dirty clothes, sweat, manure, burnt grass, all joined by wind 
the man 
and it was not 
still breathing 
the 
truck returned, descended bullies, observed from above, pointed to 
dying man 
"Pieta" 
he whispered 
He received three bullets 
the 
echo 
of gunfire and the honking 
an 
condor.