If suddenly you do not exist If suddenly you are not living I shall go on living I do not dare I do not dare to write it If you die I shall go on living Because where a man has no voice there, my voice where blacks are beaten I can not be dead When my brothers go to jail I shall go with them When victory not my victory but the great victory arrives even though I am mute, I must speak I shall see it come even though I am blind No, forgive me If you are not living, if you beloved, my love If you have died all the leaves will fall on my breasts It will rain on my soul All day, all night My feet will want to march to where you are sleeping but i must go on living A Poem by pablo Neruda (translated from the Spanish) to Paul a beautiful poem - from his friends at Age Concern Stockport