When the word Cuba is mentioned, we think about women, we think of the beautiful land over the sea, its black godesses and mixed race virgins.

When the word Cuba is mentioned is like planting a bunch of female voices in just one word: an island, a palm, a mountain, a flag, a star, a mountain, a land, a Revolution.

Throughout the Cuban history in truth and legend, women’ stock has always been with the men.

Some decades ago their names were Canducha, Amalia, Mariana or Leonor, later they were Celia, Haydee, Vilma or Melba.

Or maybe like yourself from the daily anonymity , from the importable greatness of every day, from your beautiful name of Cuban woman you are the fruit and mirror of those who were some years ago like you are, those who have been like the future women and we call like a irrefutable passion; comrade.

We say the name of Cuba and suddenly we think of the woman who guards the borders, who keeps the mountains and her workplace, those women who research the mysteries of the atom and cell, those who produce the everyday bread, those who believe in the beauty for their delight that will make us better, and those who win a medal to share the glory with us.

Cuba represents the mother and wife of the imprisoned hero in the enemy nation as well as the man who fulfills a mission of love and hope in a far country.

Cuba is always with us, Cuba is in our sister or friend even our forever comrade.

Translated by: Daysi Olano

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