Chile, 1973 script
We made the revolution together.
These pictures are not a reminder, but a new beginning.

We had learned how to talk to each other
as if we had never heard the word: USA.
As if we didn’t have the coalmines they owned
As if they didn’t want them back.

They sent guns and money.
All we had were our faces
our hands, our clumsy feet.

When is a murder not a murder?
One day our bodies disappeared.

Are there stories we can tell about ourselves
that are not about the past?