Maffo embraces you today with pride and patriotic feeling, remembering your birth in a land that longs for your presence, your eternal light. Olo was the name your parents gave you, as a token of an everlasting affection, of a boundless love for an innocence full of concern, humanism and combativeness.
Your unwavering faith in revolutionary justice made you commit yourself to an army of olive green to climb steep mountains with the purpose of sharing progress and dignity.
It was in that same group of rebellious men where your intrepid character was forged with the sole conviction of independence or death, where you earned the trust of Che to be the Antonio of the Guerrilla, in distant lands, in need of your heroism.
With marked fidelity, Cuba exalts you this singular October 2, to speak of your greatness without limits, of your lineage of tireless guerrilla fighter.
In your footsteps, Orlando Pantoja Tamayo, generations of the present and the future are following in your footsteps; in your footsteps is nourished a Latin America that still waits for men like you to conquer the longed-for dream.
Your ideas gallop in the memory of Contramaestre, and in particular in the memory of your native Maffo, where your exploits magnify the hearts of men and women who know you as Olo.
