President Petro put out this I translated to English

Trump, I don’t really like traveling to the USA, it’s a bit boring, but I confess there are commendable things, I like to go to the Black neighborhoods of Washington, there I saw an entire fight in the capital of the USA between Blacks and Latinos with barricades, which seemed silly to me, because they should unite.

I confess that I like Walt Whitman and Paul Simon and Noam Chomsky and Miller.

I confess that Sacco and Vanzetti, who have my blood, in the history of the USA, are memorable and I follow them. They were murdered for being labor leaders with the electric chair, the fascists who are inside the USA as within my own country.

I don’t like your oil, Trump, it will end the human species because of greed. Perhaps someday, over a glass of whiskey that I would accept, despite my gastritis, we can talk frankly about this, but it’s difficult because you consider me an inferior race and I am not, nor is any Colombian.

So if you know someone stubborn, that’s me, period. You can with your economic power and your arrogance try to stage a coup d’état like they did with Allende. But I will die upholding my principles, I resisted torture and I resist you. I don’t want enslavers next to Colombia, we already had many and we freed ourselves. What I want next to Colombia are lovers of freedom. If you cannot accompany me, I will go elsewhere. Colombia is the heart of the world and you didn’t understand, this is the land of yellow butterflies, of the beauty of Remedios, but also of the colonels Aureliano Buendía, of whom I am one of them, perhaps the last one.

You will kill me, but I will survive in my people who are before yours, in the Americas. We are peoples of the winds, the mountains, of the Caribbean Sea and of freedom.

You do not like our freedom, fine. I do not shake hands with white slavers. I shake the hands of white libertarians, heirs of Lincoln and of the young Black and white farmers of the USA, before whose tombs I wept and prayed in a battlefield, which I reached after walking mountains of the Italian Tuscany and after saving myself from Covid.

They are the USA and before them I kneel, before no one else.

Overthrow me president and the Americas and humanity will respond to you.

Colombia now stops looking north, looks at the world, our blood comes from the blood of the Caliphate of Cordoba, civilization at that time, of the Roman Latins of the Mediterranean, civilization at that time, who founded the republic, democracy in Athens; our blood has the resistant Blacks turned into slaves by you. In Colombia is the first free territory of America, before Washington, of all of America, there I take refuge in their African songs.

My land is of goldsmithing existing in the time of the Egyptian pharaohs, and of the first artists of the world in Chiribiquete.

You will never dominate us. The warrior who rode our lands, shouting freedom and who is called Bolívar opposes you.

Our peoples are somewhat fearful, somewhat timid, they are naive and kind, loving, but they will know how to win back the Panama Canal, which you took from us with violence. Two hundred heroes from all of Latin America lie in Bocas del Toro, current Panama, before Colombia, whom you murdered.

I raise a flag and as Gaitán said, even if I am left alone, it will remain hoisted with Latin American dignity which is the dignity of America, which your great-grandfather did not know, and mine did, Mr. President immigrant in the USA.

Your blockade does not scare me; because Colombia, besides being the country of beauty, is the heart of the world. I know you love beauty as I do, do not disrespect it and it will offer you its sweetness.

COLOMBIA FROM TODAY OPENS TO THE WHOLE WORLD, WITH OPEN ARMS, WE ARE BUILDERS OF FREEDOM, LIFE AND HUMANITY.

I am informed that you put a 50% tariff on our fruit of human labor to enter the USA, I will do the same.

Let our people sow corn that was discovered in Colombia and feed the world. source in spanish(x link)