Reasons “rain” on Cuba daily; in every minute of every hour, without exclusion of months or years; without exception in geography. Everywhere, they invariably rain down on it.
Of reasons are also these “downpours”. And they are even more profuse at the beginning of a May that, full of glory, renews the commitments of today and those of tomorrow.
The fifth month of the year awaits us again on its first day. We will have again, and we will be, proletarian overflow. The streets and squares of the island will open up to the pride of those hands that wielded a hoe or a rifle, which will now pass by carrying a sign, a flag, a poster.
The archipelago will tremble, and the resonance will make other latitudes vibrate, with this charm that comes from unity, when the crowd passes, as one, with arms raised and fists clenched, and the people say with one voice: “Zionist and imperialist hands, out of Palestine!” and “Down with the blockade against Cuba!
Boys and girls will also pass by, smiling, perhaps waving banners, some holding hands, others in their arms or sitting on the neck of a mother or father.
Foot by foot they will walk with us, friends of the world, by whose side we have been able to walk and will walk. Others will admire us from afar, when they see the images of the unusual proletarian spectacle. Perhaps they will repeat a “viva” or a “thank you, Cuba”. And maybe they will hear Fidel again: “Forward, victors, this humanity is yearning for justice”.
