Media Luna revives today the arrival of a star that bathes the dawn with a fragrance that inspires the song of the poets, because your name is all poetry, Celia Sanchez Manduley.
Dressed in olive green approaches the dove that shakes her Cuba, who made Homeland in great works and in small details, the one who was born to perpetuate history with a fearlessness that distinguishes her with more light than the sun king.
The soul of the guerrilla struggle enlivens the heart of her people as a legendary woman made of honey and steel to personify tenderness and bravery in a nation that remembers her until eternity.
Celia was a good and simple Cuban, agile and strong, turned into smile and storm; she is neither silence nor oblivion, because she is voice, breath, hope, she is life, she is people in transformation.
Celia, the flower of la Sierra Maestra
Celia is the flower that perfumes the steep Sierra, she is the butterfly whose petals denote the step, the horizon and the bonfire, to give human beings freedom and life in their paths; she is the small woman who transcends in the modesty of workers and peasants, who fertilizes youth after continuity.
In the combats of the clandestine struggles, her war name is still heard. Norma, Norma del 26, Frank’s Norma, Fidel’s Norma, Aly of the guerrilla, who traveled to the mountains under a January storm.
Celia is the star that illuminated the dark night in the bloody days of the war, she is a living idea that shines, she is elegance and sweetness, she is the woman who from her pure childhood loved the flowers of her land to crown the sacrifice for the good of the humble.
