That man with a tender gaze resurfaces this January 28th on the wings of a hummingbird with the grace and wonder of a legendary imprint of love and hummingbird wings with the grace and prodigy of a legendary footprint of love and combat. It is him, Martí.
Paula Street in Old Havana is no longer the same since the birth of the most universal Cuban. birth of the most universal Cuban. Among the hustle and bustle of its people the man who always dreamed of the freedom of his homeland, of the Quixote who made a pilgrimage through the American continent to discover the entrails of the monster.
Master, the homage is sincere as is your simple verses, born from the soul, because your homeland born from the soul, because your patriotism is printed in poetry, prose, essays and chronicles of a unique life, essays and chronicles of a unique life.
Our America is still betting on its future future, knowing about your ideas, your concerns for the freedom of the people, from the from the Andes to Patagonia, where you gave the Indian, the mestizo, the black and the white you gave a value without distinction of races.
Martí, truth, social justice, the search for knowledge, love of books and life itself for books and for life itself, is the recurring legacy of La Edad de Oro, whose preaching, which the whose preaching that the world is a beautiful temple, where all the men of the earth fit in peace, is yet to be conquered.
Apostle, your light and decorum, intact in time, enliven your wise vision, which that trenches of ideas are worth more than trenches of stones, because strength is in knowledge, more than in punches. Run laugh a lot, laugh a lot and shout and jump a lot, is one of your great lessons for life, to enliven lessons for life, to enliven the freshness of character in function of progress, of continuity.
Master, 171 years do not overshadow the brightness of your greatness, by validating that those who fight for ambition, who fight for ambition, to make slaves of other peoples, to have more command, to take away other nations’ lands, are not heroes, but criminals.
Martí lives in the heart of every dignified Cuban who admires and respects him, in every child who is grateful for his doctrines, in every school that every school that complies with his instruction, because his merit is an inexhaustible flow of love and hope.
