Today I remember your bay
I remember that one morning
for pleasure, that policeman,
with scab and with cold blood,
I remember that I made myself up
maybe a good argument
against his violent tone…
and that even so I was not saved!
its smells, its bitterness.
who instituted cruelty.
And I don’t forget my anxiety
neither terror nor sadness.
I remember the certainty
What did I want to live for?
without having to commit a crime
no need to lower your head.
in July as in January,
I dreamed of being a foreigner.
I remember I was skinny
that the demonic regime
who appropriated the shield,
the flag and the nation,
It was terror in action
it was the naked horror.
I remember that I wished
—with fury, with nonsense—
own my destiny
I remember how much I missed
and all the rationing
of that violent regime
Of patriarchs and thugs.
I remember the blackouts
of Castroism, that grotesque.
I remember —I think— the moment
in which I finally began to hate
and, of course, its Commander.
I remember my mood
malnourished boy
who looked confused
his world that was vanishing.
I remember the tea and the baba
I remember – I have a right
to pronounce that verb—
that bitter regime
And I remember how battered
of my battered body
by fear and dictate
And I do not forget the Commander
that imposed state terror.
-which Funes the memory-
repression and bullying
of the regime I hate.
in his unhealthy behavior).
Not in vain the Cuban people
fed up with the dictatorship.
The trembling soul swears
the eternal hatred of the tyrant.
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