For Biran, it is not at all sad for time to pass when the birth of its prodigal sons is remembered. In the memory of Cuba, 93 years with the aroma of grateful homeland, of immaculate guerrilla, travel the long Cayman to express gratitude to our General Raul Castro.
Imberbe, almost a child, grew up in the Moncada, to become bigger in the landing of the Granma, to embrace with rebellious vigor the Sierra Cristal towards the clear path of victory, to offer us, together with his brother Fidel, an island of kindness and love in search of progress.
The image of the present, tomorrow and the future of our Raul, continues shining, ascending the last steps, he continues to be the faithful man with his foot in the stirrup, with the firmness and courage demanded by the present times.
Dear Raul, the gratitude of your people today transcends latitudes, because the fate of your battle is not oblivion or lack of love towards a man who moved windmills in a quixotic way to see laugh, dream and do.
His 93 years do not tarnish the leadership of the Raúl of all times, of the friend, of the fighter, of the man who has lived in the service of the Homeland and who today contemplates it proudly.
Raul Castro Ruz has been the best disciple of the Commander-in-Chief who knew how to guide the ship until he became the helmsman with a firm bow, defying storms and setbacks.
It doesn’t matter, General, to be more years old when more dreams are fulfilled at the same time. It is not at all sad that time passes for your Biran and your Cuba, when we know you by heart with inspiring fidelity, and confident that you will be the eternal mambi making history.