In Biran, a place of hard cedars and tireless leaves, close to the royal road, was born the chosen one who girded himself to the star and not to the yoke, the fertile warrior to make the work of the nation fruitful.
The dawn of August 13, 1926 witnessed the weeping of the most faithful Fidel, Marti’s offspring, America’s astonishment, titan of feat.
That day, as the poet described, the flowers burst on all the graves of fallen nobles and the bones sang, that day Fidel Castro Ruz appeared, who gave himself without limits to the cause of the Homeland and took the world as his Homeland.
On that August 13, the most selfless human being on the face of the earth was born, who sacrificed fortune, time, time for friends… everything it was necessary to leave aside to carry out social justice.
José Martí, incarnated in Fidel’s diaphanous conduct, brought utopias to reality by the Centennial Generation, led at the time by the young lawyer.
The assault on the Moncada Barracks, the expedition of the Granma yacht, the Sierra Maestra, the triumph of January 1959, are inscribed in the glorious pages of common history, thanks to the heroic sacrifice of the most bearded of the rebels, together with other men who illuminated the path to victory.
In the memory of his Cuba, the triumphal march towards Havana of a caravan of freedom, dressed in olive green with Fidel at the front, whose radiant and jovial step of a cyclone of flags, of jet and scarlet armbands, colored the landscape of a grateful island of soldiers who descended the hills, after overcoming the cold, the bullets, to quench the thirst… with freedom of the good one.
In this hour of joy for the gift of your life, we thank you infinitely Fidel for your worthy example, for being that sower of seeds of liberating hope that have borne fruit in the people of Cuba.
