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In Salvador, death still patrols.
The blood of dead campesinos has not dried, it does not dry with time, the rain does not wipe it off the roads.
Fifteen thousand machine-gunned:
Martínez was the murderer's name.
To this day the taste of blood lingers in the land, bread and wine of Salvador.
Song of Protest