The trip to Manzanillo was without return to warn of death, breaking his back with bullets. The cane fields mourn the absence of the Captain of lead and leather, of lightning light.
Jesús Menéndez Larrondo has not gone away, because he is the perpetual symbol that lights the way of the sugar world of the nation, he is the fine black man that shines with a sweet look and a burning word.
Nobody can kill Jesús de las cañas, because he walks through his Island with giant steps to defend thousands of battles in favor of the working class, to have a life irrevocably linked to the sugar cane fields, among whose furrows his memory endures.
It is this leader of the Cuban sugar cane workers, the purest friend who does not disappear, who bequeathed a wealth of ideas to workers in need of their defense, to workers in need of the conquest of labor and union rights.
Menendez was the man who made the reeds grow, covered with fixed clouds and similar to the raging sea, to live, now and forever, as an eternal guide in the people who remember him as the humble, vibrant and convincing.
Men of the stature of Jesús Menéndez never die, because he continues in dialogue with his sharp machete, traveling roads to recover an industry impacted by the blockade and to search for the sugar that the country demands, to seek solutions and make life easier.
His voice today is more immense to revive his absence, to not let die a loved one, a feeling, a paradigm of all times, whose ideas germinate and grow to shine among us as the General of the reeds.
