Son of Genocide
Adios Ayacucho
Land that has taken my name and body and left me unrecognized and unrecognizable
Who are we all but Alfonso Cánepa, forced to settle for other when we ourselves are forever lost?
A mask, a borrowed body, a soul without bones to know myself
Nor will I ever be known
Farewell massacre, and let it be said that I once stood here
Once.