Javier Heraud Pérez (1942-1963) was a Peruvian poet and member of the Ejército de Liberación Nacional (ELN).
In January 1963, a group led by the 21-year old poet Javier Heraud and Alain Elias crossed through Bolivia, where they picked up weapons, and entered southern Peru. Plagued by Leishmaniasis infection however, the 15 member team decided to enter the city of Puerto Maldonado to seek out medical supplies. The local police were warned of the group's advance, and on May 15 Heraud was shot in the chest and killed while he drifted past the town in a dugout canoe.
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Mi voz…
Mi voz descansa entre
las palomas,
entre el olor
de la tierra húmeda,
en medio de
tus manos hacendosas,
en el diálogo fraterno,
en la reunión partidaria.
He llevado mi voz
por parajes
con fragancia de flores
recién nacidas,
entre los dolores,
y la muerte que
no quiere cerrar sus ojos.
Mi voz lleva la solidaridad
a los torturados,
a los heridos
a los dolientes,
a las tierras asoladas,
a los peregrinos
que recorren
el camino
de las esperanzas.
Mi voz vuela entre
la copa de los
árboles tratando
de atrapar
el sueño
de los viejos
chamanes
de mi tierra.
My voice ...
My voice lies between
the pigeons,
the smell
of wet land,
amid
your industrious hands,
in the fraternal dialogue,
in the party meeting.
I carried my voice
for places
with newborn
scented flowers
between the pain,
and the death
that not want to close his eyes.
My voice carries solidarity
to the tortured,
to the wounded
to the mourners,
to the torn land,
to the pilgrims
that travel
the way
of hopes.
My voice soars among
cup of
trees treating
to catch
the sleep
of old
Shaman
of my land.
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