By Luis Felipe Rojas
weeks trying
wore a pretext for this discussion today. My colleague Miriam Celaya has given me, as we say in Cuban peasants, "the forced foot." I think I did once, in my previous blog. Although now I'm afraid that if other colleagues in the blogosphere and free choice decide to explain what they do to post their texts and pictures, finally end up giving the Contras compasses Military Intelligence (G2). But as "he who does not should not fear," goes beyond that. ONE. I use a kind soul who decides to occasionally copy my texts per month from the outside, she spends money on international calls are not allowed to receive my dictation more than three minutes. So also the three hundred words. DOS. Send photos at random, in cold blood, right and left as repressors are less and less original, at least in the east of the country, usually repress the same people, so that when they beat Caridad Caballero Batista, Rolando or Idalmis Lobaina Núñez, Santiago de Cuba, perhaps for months now I have sent your photos to cyberspace. Sometimes I hit the target and reported to only seventy-two hours of the event, a privilege. THREE. With this much I can not. No complaint to argue, the images revealed the names of violators "that is worth what (s) becomes" in the words of Martí. One day would be identified by the finger of more normal citizens and will be worth it to have a constitution, you will see that yes, be patient. No reply to insults or provocations. I am a poet and actor of street theater that is, a provocateur par excellence. I just release this herd of trumpets to stir a bit comb. Among my ethical standards and civility is included not to offend anyone, I never will, I'm sure. FOUR. This blog is split into three pieces: one belongs to me as the mastermind of it, here are my tantrums and my doubts, the other is my good administrators, patient and gentle people how I deserved some time and behave was not wrong with them or did not deserve it then, but they are there, ready to serve every day, and the third is for you, my readers and friends. So everyone has a right to give me encouragement or threaten to 'break his face in two' as someone said. Please it equally, not Fajen. FIVE. Sometimes runs over 200kms to view the log at an Internet cafe. From St. Germain where there is less distance to see me on line. Is it a reward or punishment? I do not know, but I feel a tremendous rate when I walk out the door of a hotel with a piece of my blog in a flash memory freshly caught in the stormy sea of \u200b\u200bthe universal country that is the Internet. Therefore, they have to believe me, these sacrifices are for my kids one day I can tell you without blushing the little I did. I do it for the patience of the good of my Exilda, who prays every night "because the animals do not return them to the garden" (SIC), and I do for you: in a few years ago, when compiling these residues may see the face of a man who was afraid many times, but the desire to be a free man broke all anxieties.
Thanks.
Add a comment to this post
