I have a very dear and close friend who was born in Cuba. More than forty years ago he and his family were forced into exile after the Castro brothers stole the Revolution, that was meant to deliver democracy to the Cuban people, and turned the promise of freedom into a ruthless communist dictatorship. Almost 50 years later Cuba remains a land without democracy and the Cuban people remain a people without freedom.
My friend's mother is very ill; death is not far away. It hurts him (and it hurts me and it should hurt all of us) that his mother will die and be buried in a land far away from the land of her birth - that the ground that will take her mortal body is not the same ground upon which she took her first steps. His mother will most likely not see a Free and Democratic Cuba before her death.
This is for you, my dear friend and for your mom. Espero que tu Cuba, nuestra Cuba, sea libre. I hope that your Cuba, our Cuba, will soon be free!
From Andy Garcia's The Lost City
CUBA LINDA by Willie Chirino
Jose Martà and the Cuban flag.
3 comments:
Debbie, gracias. I cried a few tears, well maybe more than just a few. But the were tears that had been waiting for a long time so had to be cried. Mama says "hola y gracias" to you, her Californian daughter.
Deb
thank you for this article and these songs and thank you for sanpaul and his mom!
sanpaul, i am joining to debbie !
Sanpaul I think of your mom i pray for her ! we are with you and your mother !
see you soon my friends
arc
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