June brought the natural star that spring remembers, it brought the fine rose that continues shining in her Santiago, where the feeling lasts when seeing the smile of a burning woman shudder.
Vilma is the perennial bud turned into song, the realized dream that still illuminates the plain and the mountain, being the heroine of the underground, the musical word that cultivates the homeland with its history. Santiago still keeps silence for his beloved daughter, for the authentic woman who is sowing the glory of eternity on her 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, the courage and honor of a Cuba that, although hurt and saddened by your absence, knows that you fulfilled your life’s work.
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 that does not separate you from life.
Vilma is affection and illusion in your Cuba, proud of your existence, that venerates your greatness, placing itself between honor and luck so that you continue being the natural star of an everlasting June.
