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When a man dies fighting, strange things happen in the environment of those who remain ...

From what I've talked to other people, 2009 has been a very changeable and difficult for many tato. In particular, I represented a year of many goodbyes.

Unfortunately, the few remaining days of this year and where it appears that nothing will happen, the death of a good friend and comrade in arms arrived.

Alberto Guerrero Flores, human, son, brother, father, friend, c om Draper, fighter. Albert was a lifelong man of values \u200b\u200band libertarian principles, a disciplined man with the courage to carry out his ideals and stripping for their beliefs.

Alberto always worked for a more just, ma s fair, more human. Always sailed upstream accept the consequences of their actions. Alberto spent all his life with the workers, who have less, of "fucking." Alberto always supportive, always ready to fight, always waiting patiently dreams that today, we stay, we have to achieve.

Alberto worked with organizations pursuing this utopia is always sought. Member of the Union of Jurists of Mexico, fraternal partner of OPC-Cleto adherent to the Other Campaign, an adviser to create cooperatives, community leader, a student leader, stubborn dreamer for a better world. Alberto

, friend, co-speaker in our radio show, companion who always encouraged us and taught us much about how to keep our beautiful radio project for you these words I have written with the heart exposed to a friend will live forever in the works which sowed during his road to utopia.

When a man dies fighting, strange things happen in the environment of those who remain. Small

details change and become sparkling. They turn their gaze to the insect landing on the leaves of a plant, the soft wind touches our face persistent line, the atmosphere becomes warm and cold at the same time, the sky is painted in a color never seen but always remember .

When a fighter dies, something new is reborn in each of those who live.

The heart beats more strongly to a history of struggle which culminates. The life estate in bloom at the moment cemented. New life springs from it, new branches as rising to touch the clouds of utopia that always chased, new steps continue its path, the same way that now looks full of suckers to nte planted what in life.

When a fighter dies, is reborn in each fist.

not cease their struggle,

not cease his singing for life will not cease its

steadily,

not cease his word libertarian.

When a man dies fighting, we can not say he is dead because every time we utter his name confirm that your journey through life has given him the eternity of their presence. Alberto

, onward to victory!