To all those who love silently
and are condemned to
silent death.
To all those who worship
and know how to
worship.
To all those who speak the truth
in the face
of their own fears,
and
the oppression of their own intrinsic inhibitions.
To all those who cherish life above all.
To all those who still carry the torch of
hope.
To all those who still care
who still love
who still dare fight
for the purity of their
souls.
To my real brothers and sisters.
To my comrades in arms.
To my life companions
no matter how unknown,
no matter how far.
To my consorts.
Yes, consorts, I say.
I give my words.
I give my thoughts.
I give my very voice.
For they are the best I can give.
The very best I have.
July 1966