June brought the natural star that spring remembers, brought the fine rose that continues to shine in her Santiago, where the feeling endures to see the smile of a burning woman, Vilma Espín Guillois.
Vilma is the perennial blossom turned into a song, the dream came true that still illuminates the plain and the mountain, being the heroine of the clandestinity, the musical word that cultivates the homeland with its history.
Santiago still keeps silence for its beloved daughter, for the authentic woman who is sowing the glory of eternity, on the way to the dawn, as the most faithful guerrilla in love.
Vilma, your soul is still dressed in love and Revolution because you are the mother, companion, courage and honor of a Cuba that, although hurt and saddened by your absence, knows that you fulfilled your life’s work.
Vilma is still in our daily life
Your departure gives us back the generous legend of a woman who has not gone away, that her death is not true; that she is being reborn; that she radiates as the finest immortal treasure of the nation, to continue being passion among perfumed flowers, which after her continuity make Revolution.
Today the rebellious honor of her roots gives us back the fragrance of this woman, inspiration of poetry, whose legacy is sleeplessness and dawn in the Island that does not forget you, because you are made to the measure of the strongest dignity, which does not separate you from life.
Vilma is affection and illusion in a Cuba proud of her existence, that venerates her greatness, placing herself between honor and luck so that she continues to be the natural star of an everlasting June.
