Commander Mario Roberto Santucho lives. Fell fighting. The Commander did not look at us from a star or amounted to no heaven. Is still here, among the multitudes who insist they insist.
Commander Mario Roberto Santucho not. Whether we realize it. You are here because they have never left. Generic image was embedded in the history of mankind. His absence is a breathtaking presence that is an absence. Vertiginous absence. Here, there, do not know where exactly, but felt he could not leave, who became flesh in the air.
Commander is intimately ours, and is also a lot of people who do not known and has never heard of him. Commander may also be secretly many people who do not understand but she wants and pursues and feels there is really something wrong, something is wrong.
Commander fell and he fell in Argentina and with it came the hunger and misery and thousands of working families and thousands of dreams undone. There is something called good fight. The commander fell fighting. Faced with the miserable poverty and prudent caution and cynicism cynical predictable predictable, here is a proof that the world could be a place to share the bread and the sun and art rather than share are calculated despair. There
inexplicable affection that is the right distance. Repeat until victory forever or just this or goodbye Commander. I prefer to think of anything else I say something. I do not know why. No matter .
