Dew baptizes the presence of the machetero committed to a crop that demands strong arms, fists of steel, souls devoted to cold dawns. They are the sugar workers.
These men and women, ready to cut the cane, made of proletarian sweat, at the foot of the furrow, challenge the sugarcane seedlings to extract the honey that sweetens the coffee, preferably in every Cuban home.
A sense of belonging to sugar production is the indelible merit of their service record, turning each jornada into individual and collective goals that speak of their work, of their commitment to the harvest to contribute to a country.
The fields of Cuba are adorned with figures sculpted in quebracho, where cane seedlings wait to be felled at harvest time, to the rhythm of a sweaty perspiration that bathes bodies in the open air, fertilizing the furrow with good sacrifice.
This October 13, their arms and courage rise as a love song to hope, to the poetry of the cane fields, to the verse of the icy winter wind with a suit of fog and a quota of moon.
Reverence to you men and scarce women of the sugarcane fields and industries, who are exposed to a crude blockade, on this October 13. Date to ennoble voices jaraneras and sharpness of spirit, that multiply in the fields Cuba.
