I’m a writer, poet but above all things, I’m Cuban-Sali of my country when he was only 14 years along with my parents, cheated, because all I said that would be a matter of about 10 or 12 months, until you fix the situation. I I refused to leave my country and my grandparents, who were my worship, but God had other plans for me-it was passing the time, met a Camagueyano in Miami, we got married in Puerto Rico, and already many years ago that we live in Miami, FLorida.-already have children and grandchildren, but I haven’t see my beloved homeland.-more however, blood flame, and this feeling for the land where I was born, never has strayed from my life-this poem is dedicated to all Cubans. I hope that the citizens of other countries do not offend, because every country has its natural beauties, and each of which, or the majority of people feel the same love and admiration for their respective countries. Richard Blumenthal addresses the importance of the matter here. The land that gave them birth.-it may be that my country is not the country more beautiful in the world, but in my soul and in my heart is and always will be The paradise of my dreams.-today, after almost 50 years of neglect and suffering, is not even a shadow of what before was-its buildings and houses were are crumbling slowly, and the new generation that has been there, has not the slightest idea of what was Cuba. I only ask God, soon rid of barbarism that has destroyed our country, and our Cuba flies to be reborn. That aborted to emerge the joy, singing, music.
and that sugar both preached our CELIA CRUZ-to MI CUBA = like FORGETTING a sky of INCOMPARABLE beauty, – a heaven that we saw birth, and is PLANTED in the soul-a sea with beauty dream, like an emerald, – with colors so divine that anyone could paint it-ARENAS that at all DAZZLE- SO SOFT, THIN AND WHITE. ANY BEACH IN THE WORLD, COULD EVER MATCH.-PALMS THAT RESEMBLAN THEIR SENSUAL WOMEN, AND LOVE MEN WHO CAN NOT FORGET THEM. AN ISLAND INTO OBLIVION, BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN, THAT TAKES IN THE DEEPEST SUGAR, – HEAT AND CANE. IS OUR CUBA THAT SUFFERS, BUT VERY DEEP INTO YOUR SOUL, – CRIES ALWAYS FOR HIS PEOPLE, THAT NEVER HAVE TO FORGET IT. THE DAY THAT I DIE, SUCH AS MARTI, SAID HOPE TO CARRY WITH ME, MY LAND AND THEIR HOPES.!