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But when tortures and darkness seem to extinguish the free air and it is not the spume of the waves but the blood among the reefs that you see,
Fidel's hand comes forth and in it
Cuba, the pure rose of the Caribbean.
And so History teaches with her light that man can change that which exists and if he takes purity into battle in his honor blooms a noble spring: behind is left the tyrant's night, his cruelty and his insensible eyes, the gold snatched by his claws, his mercenaries, his cannibal judges, his high monuments sustained by torment, dishonor, and crime: everything falls in the dust of the dead when the people set their violins and looking forward interrupt and sing, interrupt the hatred of shadows and watchdogs, sing and wake the stars with their song and pierce the darkness with guns.
And so Fidel came forth cutting shadows so that the jasmine tree could dawn.