FIDEL

Today`s Fidel, the one that now we talk about, has the age of youth, he lives in the memory of those who -guided by their courage- imitate him, break dogmatism and go along with their blood and sweat to found the world dreamed by the fools, the Christs, the Liberators, the Quixotes, the Ches.

We knew him through his voice that came from Sierra Maestra -and metal as a bell- called to understand, to give us for others. It was the Sermon on the Mountain that returned, the wonderful days when the spirit was over the matter, they were back.

A bunch of young men insisted on knocking on the doors of audacity, that is the only way to do history, the human is found. We were moved and became pro-Fidel (Fidelistas), we joined him in Sierra, and we vowed to have the same fate.

Fidel! How we appreciate that you returned to us the way of being human, pursuers of an ideal, with the inner fire of seeking treasures in the wind and not the sweat of others.

You taught us that to be human is to fly building utopias and not slide after a material, which loves protects and feeds more than any alms obtained in the mediocrity of a planned life by outsiders.

How you rise on “Moncada”! In “Granma”! The history will absolve me!

Oh! Thanks Fidel for dragging us into the hurricane of real human existence.

We saw you with your backpack and your rifle in you shoulder, we left after your eyes to seek dignity, in the mountains, where human beings worth for fraternity.

We founded a new world as you taught us, it was small, it became extinct but knew that it was possible, and we live wanting to give good news to the rest of mankind: there is another way of living, it is not necessary to be wolves, we can be brothers.

Christ was right. At that very little universe, where the fate of one and the fate of all melted; we met, we feel Guevara’s Socialism, your partner of dreams, of Lenin, the leader of all of us.

They say you have more than eighty years; for us you will always be thirty-three, the age of Christ when he came down from “Sierra Maestra”, where the white dove of the Holy Spirit rested on his shoulder in Havana, capital of free humanity.

Fidel, you will always walk with us, look that guides and teaches, example, a spur to the major tasks and major risks.

What gift can we give you today and forever? Only one fits in your giant life, the one you asked for your friends at Moncada: "to fight so his sacrifice was not in vain, to build a new world for which they gave their lives". We will give you that.

Here we are Fidel, we salute you in your new thirty-three years, we will light candles for you, and for you we will shout: Motherland, Socialism or Death!

To defeat we will give it all.