Blocked Up Nose Every Morning

Dream Horizons

The responsibility we have been friends with men, people, who for some reason they look a little above the average of common humanity, we have two major commitments: The first be faithful to that friendship that ever gave us. The second does not forget that this man is a man. Keep out of love, admiration, and exaggeration of the facts, be transform into an almost metaphysical. That Che flesh and blood is increasingly present on me with his sayings, his political ...

Conversation with HC Sancti Spiritus, Cuba - June 13, 1998

Alberto Granado

Come, fiery prophet of the dawn of wireless hidden paths to release both love green alligator .

Fragment of the poem Canto a Fidel

Ernesto "Che Guevara

The violent red flowers

Morder la tierra
Comer la lejanía
-trocito en resplandor abrazando su braza-
Ya de la sierra andaba la piel en el relieve
la memoria del humus
el viento con sus lluvias
y el vértigo en la estampa

Apartado del cielo austral
nada es ajeno
La misma libertad maternal en el verde
por el trino y el vuelo
Un eterno equilibrio desnuda los secretos
del amor primitivo, sus riesgos, los peligros
El Hombre con sus varas: lo puro y lo siniestro

Solo la tierra es dueña de sus ondulaciones
y todo cuánto late le sabe y pertenece
A la primer traición allá en Las Coloradas*
le tendió un caminito
y un útero por cráter
donde guardar los huesos
con la caja de balas
La Pacha** dio otra vida al doctor guerrillero
y la gente empezó a amparar
esa pequeña vela en resplandor

Allí, los campesinos en la Sierra Maestra
le mostraron al Che y a los sobrevivientes
que en la senda escarpada, sinuosa, impredecible
ardía la quimera de La Revolución.

* Las Coloradas: Sitio de la costa oriental de Cuba donde desembarcaron los expedicionarios comandados por Fidel.
** Pacha: Abreviatura de Pachamama.


Escambray

Al Che, The Cowboy and all
Members of Column 8. Ciro Redondo

Remember, Santa Clara, dear
those boots
The moisture of the feet of hides
soaked steps on the path
Faith in motley rags

much faith, Santa Clara, in the clearly downhill slopes

human holy drunkenness Escambray

Because your way up missing an illusion greatly
young
larger than those forests
more enthusiasm than all readings

that all high command

was tempting to look at you , Santa Clara, road-hungry

Había que pisarte con las botas mojadas
y el dolor casi al filo ardiente
de la locura eterna

Había que tocarte
con aire de gorrión sobre la rama
y besarte besarte por siempre
el corazón.


Signo primero del dipertar de América

Fue un brote, solamente,
más no el descuido fugaz de la ventisca.
Un brote
impertinente, clandestino del tiempo
y su ceniza
Fue la brecha del sueño en lo posible;
desafiante certeza de la vida,
apronte de la siembra,
no el espontáneo surco del rayo hacia la tierra

Se acurrucó en la isla por su savia ready.
She delivered all the miracle that is incubated in an outbreak with the dawn
provided in breads, in schools and gun
necessary if the prime theorists stumbles

enemies, purists friendly
grow the tree were protected by men and mothers
men, daughters, girlfriends of men.

How long to cut it down the owners of Envy,
but fear, fear today is full of nests!
will dance their seeds
is a tree that sings sings sings straight

and combat.

Somewhere in the Sierra Maestra, April 1999.


Letters arrive

Friendly news
new life

Candela opens its arms dumps its sparks the heart of the island
blooming passion tango


News arrives Cuba
sweet words are engajan shoots turn green

musicians love the plain Ply

nest shelter weary nostalgia for heaven
snowy wings apichonan violins

There are worlds in the world so flowery hand plaited
where there
springs naked dawn this country without borders
our unique

our

beat Seeds
traveling to migrate
chord cadences
disrupt
uneasiness in smiles petrify
fire and carve with the poem globe
machimbre
to root bodies.


Clapper of the fury

The joy, you know, took place of sleep, song
crowd, overflowing
A world celebration rocked the island
overheated
fists Cold War started with a stroke Hot Caribbean and Latin

heart
lights from the marginal world Barrios

blind huts and people looking up
Village itself between his shoulders

brave youth the ancient procession of fire
his inheritance among the wise
The poor writing,
the true human psalm
secret hidden in the rock preserved in the womb
mineral
work
No windfall
Guillén in Buenos Aires and El Indio in the homeland Naborí
burned blew his verses

throats gave their firings to the sound of the sun sun are

sang the deed giving birth shindig *
All choral voice of the people opened the streets

began the arduous trek
much steeper rise than saws

The oblivion to regain his blood was
for painting on History
its proclamation.

* Guateque: Voice del Caribe. Baile bulliciosos, fiesta, jolgorio.


Isla Hembra

Sube por el contorno
del resplandor que llevas
el iris musical de cálidas regiones

Te siembran lunas solas
entre playas y riscos
con semental aroma de eruptivas praderas

Tu cuerpo es tierra y greda
amasado a la lluvia
y un alfarero el tiempo
modelando la luz
que en vos vuelca la forma
femenina del sueños

Tu tropical silencio
presagia un vendaval
de amor por las entrañas
Niña joven que andas
desnuda caribeña
de pechos enlunados
iluminando América.


melted Honey

consolidate the fruit taken from the rains
recover from nights without stars and see the horizon
Watch sneak out of time to clarify

sucked feverishly for the day

Play ideolímpidos
advice of
pontifications always occur after the counter-counterattack Wait
victory by dint of perseverance


A handful of young people brandishing winds
An intrepid young men study


Walk the winding paths between paragraphs
not stray north
Redeemer building the family
Enfrente todo el frente
whence if juegue
alma ¿Qué más?! ¡Orden Commander! ... Recién
Esto comienza ...

Héctor Celano

We who have the responsibility of being friends of men, who for some reason are a bit 'above average common humanity we have two major commitments: first, to be faithful to that friendship which once offered us. Second, do not forget that this man is a man. Do not turn to affection, admiration, to exaggeration of the facts, be an almost metaphysical ... What It's flesh and blood is present with me every day, with his words, with its policy ...".

Conversation with HC Sancti Spiritus, Cuba - June 13, 1998

Alberto Granado

Come on, fiery prophet of the dawn, hidden paths without fences to free the green alligator that you love so much.

fragment of the poem Canto a Fidel

Ernesto "What "Guevara

The violent red flowers

Biting the earth
Eating
the distance-piece splendor embracing his brace-
Already the mountain went profile skin
the memory of 'humus
the wind with its rain and the vertigo


Secluded in the figure of the sky Southern
nothing is the same freedom of others
maternal
green for the trill and the flight
An eternal balance
laid bare the secrets of love primitive, its risks, hazards
Man with his drum sticks: the pure and

Only the left is the master of the earth and all its undulations
that beats the flavor and
belongs there in the first treason Las Coloradas *
held out a road and a uterus to

crater where to store the bones
with the box of bullets
** The Pacha gave birth to another doctor
guerrilla and the people began to protect
that little candle shine

There, the peasants in the Sierra Maestra to Che and
showed survivors
that steep path, winding,
suddenly burned the chimera of The Revolution.

* Las Coloradas Site on the east coast of Cuba where he landed the expeditionaries led by Fidel.
** Pacha: Pachamama abbreviation.


Escambray

Che, El Vaquero, and all participants
Column 8
Ciro Redondo.

Memories, Santa Clara, dear
those boots
Moisture between the toes soaked leathers
The steps in the path
Faith mottled

How much faith in rags, Santa Clara, down the slopes
brightly
holy human drunkenness

Why dall'Escambray your way up to the illusion greatly missed
Young
largest of the woods
more illusion that all the readings that each command

height of tempting

must beware, Santa Clara ,
with hunger walk
We had tread on his boots wet
and pain almost flush with the madness eternal burning



be touched with an air of sparrow on the branch
and kiss kiss forever
the heart.


first sign of awakening of America

was a sprout, only, but not inattention
glimpse of the storm.

A shoot saucy, clandestine
time and his ashes
was possible for the breach of sleep
challenger certainty of life,
the approach of seeding, not the spontaneous
groove beam to the land is

squatted the island prepared for its sap.
She gave birth to all the miracle that is prepared in a shoot with the dawn
ready in pigs, in schools and the gun
necessary if the flower
theorists stumbles
enemies, purists friendly
saw the tree grow and protected by men
for mothers of men, daughters, girlfriends of men.

As I felt the desire to overthrow the bosses of envy, fear
but now so full of fear nests!
the dance its seeds
is a tree sing, sing sing

erect and fights.

In a place dellla Sierra Maestra, in April 1999.


Letters

come new
friendly news
life opens its arms to the heart
Candle sparks
down his passion for the island in bloom tango


arrive fresh news from Cuba
are interwoven words
sprouts flourish musicians
Solcano the pampas love nest

keep longing for heaven exhausted
hatch violins snowy wings

There are worlds in this world so full of flowers where the hands intertwined springs

there dawns this country without borders and naked
Our unique

our

Semi beats
travel at rates of agreement They change
migrate
resignation in smiles
petrify
fire and carve with the poem terraqueous
bundles of roots
bodies.


peal of fury

The joy, you know, he's sleep walking,
song crowd, overflowing
A celebration of the world shook their fists
Island
warmed the Cold War set off by a stroke incandescent

Caribbean and Latin inflames the heart from the world
marginal districts
blind
huts and people really the people on his shoulders, raising


brave youth the ancient procession of fire
his inheritance in the writing of essays
poor, the very psalm
human
secret hidden in the rocks preserved in the belly
mineral labor
not rained from the sky

Guillén in Buenos Aires in his homeland India Nabor
sacrificed their verses
burned
offered their throats are burning in the sun to the sun are

Guateque * sang the prowess giving birth
All choral voice of the people opened the roads

began the arduous walk
more steep ascent to the mountains

Forgetting gave himself to recall his blood to paint the history

on his notice.

* Guateque: Voice of the caribbean, party, dance.


Island female

Meetings
the outline of the splendor of the iris leading
Music hot regions

you sow moons sun
between beaches and cliffs with
aroma of sowing grassland
The eruptive Your body is ground and mixed with rain

clay and a potter shaping time
light
that you reverse the female form


Your dream tropical
silence presages a hurricane of love for the bowels

Young Girls
you go bare-breasted Caribbean
inlunati
illuminating America.


Honey dissolved

consolidate the result of the rains got
Recovering from starless nights and see the horizon
Show hidden
timeless
Eagerly adsorbed to brighten the day

Listen ideolimpidi
a pontifical councils
that always occur after the victory
Wait counter-counter-shot
constancy

A handful of young people hoisting a country boasting twenty
intrepid young

Study
Walk the winding paths between paragraphs
not miss the Redeemer in North
Building Addressing family
each face
you dove giochi più l'anima Che
?! Ordini Commander! ...
Appen Cominco questions ...

Hector Celano