As the subtle wind of Media Luna is this woman turned into flower, poetry and song, a convinced Martiana who understood why he Moncada, to make kindness and patriotism his greatest predilection.
She is the first guerrilla in the Sierra, Fidel’s faithful assistant, the one who gave breath of greatness to the Revolution to install her example eternally among us: Celia Sanchez Manduley.
Dressed in olive green, the dove that shakes her Cuba is approaching, the one who made her 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 Sanchez Manduley is 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 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 of the 26th, of Frank, Norma of Fidel, Aly of the guerrilla, who traveled to the mountains under a January storm.
