The only time I played plastic artist was to get an interview with Ernesto Rancaño.
We made a deal washing trays in Santa Cruz del Sur: I had to discover the beauty that the hurricane had left in the midst of the destruction and build a flag; he would answer my questions.
My colleague and friend Yimel Díaz Malmierca and I collected little white pieces of slab, bits of cloth, snails… however, I never managed to fulfill my part of the deal.
He did, he gave me the most beautiful interview in the world, brief, sincere. He told me tremendous things like “My girlfriend is Cuba.”
With Rancaño a love has gone to this island. A faithful, sensitive, unique boyfriend. He is gone a thorough artist. And also a human being made of light and truth.
I have visited the Facebook walls of all his brothers from the Martha Machado Brigade (and from life). I could only hug them, it is difficult to find words for this hummingbird flight, for this pain, for this unforgivable flight that can only go straight to the sun.
