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20 septembre 2015 7 20 /09 /septembre /2015 09:31


Comme vous le constatez, nous ne sommes plus en mesure d'alimenter régulièrement le blog du Comité. Nous allons donc malheureusement devoir fermer nos portes.

Désormais, vous trouverez tout le contenu du blog du Comité sur mon autre autre blog, Amérindiens Libres. Nous nous retrouverons donc bientôt là-bas :





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25 juillet 2015 6 25 /07 /juillet /2015 06:33


Par manque de temps, il n'a pas été possible de finir le travail de traduction; je comptais bien avancer cet été mais avec cette vague de chaleur... Bref, encore un peu de patience... Merci !


J'ai également reçu un autre article de Fernando (intitulé : "If the walls of this cell could talk") que je vais devoir recopier ici, moi-même, car mon scanner est en panne.


Désolée pour le retard dans les réponses aux messages. Je suis bientôt de retour.


Bonnes vacances à tous


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24 décembre 2014 3 24 /12 /décembre /2014 10:38

Le Comité italien Paul Rougeau a le projet de publier un livre composé de textes de Fernando et de peintures et dessins.

A cette occasion, une vente des tableaux de Fernando est prévue pour récolter des fonds. Nous allons donc participer au projet en envoyant une partie des tableaux de Fernando non vendus.


Nous posterons les infos et dates dès que nous recevrons la réponse du comité avec les détails. N'ayant pas pu contacter le comité plus tôt, j'espère que ce projet de collaboration sera toujours d'actualité.

En attendant, nous vous souhaitons un très bon Noël.


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7 novembre 2014 5 07 /11 /novembre /2014 16:10

Death row is not the most ideal place to spend the rest of your life. Years of waiting. Years of not knowing, when or if, the time will come when a large needle will be placed into your arm. The last thing you see is a blank ceiling, as you lay on your back, wondering what it will feel like when that first drug is pumped into your body. Strapped down by numerous belts, unable to move, not even to scratch an itch. Mouth dry, alone with your thoughts, knowing your life will come to an unwilling finality. At least, you tell yourself, all that mental turmoil and stress, and especially the waiting, will come to an end!  No more  hoping your execution will never be carried out. An execution now being carried out by people whom care less about you, than discarded trash!


Could anyone imagine, when they were young, that they would find themselves in a state sanctioned death chamber? As a man, who has been on death row for over 30 years, I have asked myself this question many times, too numerous to remember. Upon arriving on death row, I could not accept the fact that I had been sentenced to die. But, within a few weeks, you begin to realize that the unreal, may become reality. That death is a cell you wake up in every morning. You cannot leave it, turn your back on it, or close your eyes to keep it from staring back at you!


Men, whom cannot adjust to a death sentence hanging over them like Democles sword, go on to commit suicide. Others struggle with it, and grow old before their time. Still, there are some men whom take it in stride because they do not know any better! I know this because I have seen it happen every year.


Of course, no one really knows what goes on in the mind of a condemned man. The constant, mental struggle to wait out one more day! Freedom is but a dream! Living on memories of when you could walk down a street, wearing no chains, and not worrying about being shot! Shot by a prison guard who has no qualms about taking your life!


All of these thoughts, emotions, doubts, fears and restrictions, are mixed together into a cold reality that freezes you into a stagnant state of limbo! Never mind any good deeds you may have performed in your life. They carry no weight on death row. Society considers you condemned to death, a monster, and whose life is not worthy of any second thoughts!


Like I have indicated, death row is not a place to spend the rest of your life. Especially, if you consider yourself to be of some worth. I write these words from experience. A lot of experience! Experience brings wisdom, and a lot of hindsight. But, being on death row, wisdom and hindsight can only help in bringing one, a small amout of personal punishment.


I cannot stress enough the moral need to abolish the death penalty. Sanctioned executions are forms of sanctioned revenge! Masochistic behavior by civilized society! However, an executed man's conscience, ends with his death!


Fernando E. Caro

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28 septembre 2014 7 28 /09 /septembre /2014 10:16

To understand loneliness

is to experience it

It is a time

out of normal


A time of unhappiness

a feeling of abandonment

Life seems to stand still

in a realm of withdrawal


Yet, life must go on

you will go on

Find light in the darkness

to comfort your thoughts


Heal your wounds

make friends with yourself

Your purity of heart

will restore your balance


Find freedom from unhappiness

unhappiness is impermanent

To be at peace

is to make peace


You have the capacity

to achieve contentment

Belief in yourself

lessens all doubt


Reach out with your hand

and you will find

Someone else's hand

to make things right.


July 2014




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26 septembre 2014 5 26 /09 /septembre /2014 19:21

Fernando est très déçu par le système judiciaire américain. Il n'a plus confiance et n'attend pas grand-chose de la justice. Les avocats commis d'office ne peuvent rien pour lui. Son dossier n'avance pas. Aucune date n'est toujours prévue.

Fort heureusement Fernando n'a pas perdu espoir malgré tout. Il continue d'ailleurs à écrire et peindre.


Dessin Fernando

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25 septembre 2014 4 25 /09 /septembre /2014 19:17


Voici le dernier article que Fernando a écrit :

If you want to understand people, listen to what they say. If you listen long enough, you will know what they value most. When you share life-changing moments, you touch other people profoundly.


What we say defines us. Certainly, much of what I say comes from experience. It is also fueled by being able to imagine. Relying on magic for things to happen in my favor, is folly.

Not being out there in the real world, I can only imagine what my life would have been. Asit is, my life revolves around day-to-day living on death row.


What I say reflects much of what I have experienced, in here. Only my undiscarded sense of moralty bonds me to what I was taught growing up. Longing and nostalgia color my imagination. In a place like this, a little bit of « what if » can make the difference between feeling melancholy, or moving on.


Surviving is not enough, on death row. One needs to maintain sanity and self-respect. To be conscious of the fact that, to lose your moral values, is to become insticinctal! Living like an animal that reacts! Instead of being able to seek compromise and solutions, it leads to despair!


Humans are adaptive, and change can be benefical. We are capable of making our own choices. The wrong choices can cost us our sense of responsability. Fortunately, my sense of responsabolity is intact. When I give my word, I keep it!


How does one survive on death row without a sense of responsability or morality? One gets shot or thrown into solitary confinement away from others. This has happened here before! Sometimes, the mind-set of a death row prisoner cannot adapt. Are they hopeless cases? I do not know. They are, however, human beings and their lives are as valuable as everyone else's!


All of us on death row dream of walking out the front gate, and leaving hell behind. I have imagined this myself many times. What I cannot imagine is how I would « feel »! That, eludes me everytime.


No-nonsense reality keeps me from stepping over the line into fantasy. It is best to rely on what I can see, and use my imagination to comfort my psyche!



Fernando Eros Caro,

July 2014

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31 juillet 2014 4 31 /07 /juillet /2014 10:43


Everyday I think of you

   how sweet your sensibility

When I sense you near

   my universe is alive


How small the sky appears

   how fleeting my wishes are

How empty my arms feel

   because you are not here


I know our love is true

   I hear it from your words

Written by your hand

   dedicated to me


I'll never stop loving you

   my glances into your heart

Show me your sensuality

   and how to love you more.



Fernando Eros Caro

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25 juillet 2014 5 25 /07 /juillet /2014 10:15

Sometimes upon awaking

I catch a glimpse

Of my nights' dream t

hat woke me up


I saw your face

smiling down on me

Bringing me a longing

of your love and touch


I wished to sleep again

to see your face

That made my dream

amorous and pleasant


I love these dreams

that arouse anticipation

Of waking up

next to you.



Fernando Eros Caros,

July 2014

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30 avril 2014 3 30 /04 /avril /2014 15:01

Mon orgueil égoïste m'avait aveuglé durant des années.

Ignorer l'évidence était plus facile qu'admettre les failles en moi


J'ai dit que tout allait bien mais, au fond de moi, je sais que cela n'est pas vrai.

Mon orgueil égoïste m'a empêché de réaliser combien il est important

de pas réprimer mes émotions enfouies.


Suis-je sain, en suivant mon propre chemin ?

Se sentir abandonné et perdu est une chose commune,

mais se vautrer dans la pitié ne conduit qu'au suicide.

Puis-je me sauver de moi-même ?


Les remords me font souffrir tous les jours.

Et la haine que je ressens pour moi-même me rapproche de...


Les eaux troubles se déversent telles des âmes enchaînées.




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