February 6 was not, is not and will not be just another day for those who live in the municipality of Yaguajay.
As it happens every year (more than once during its 365 days), students from different schools, fighters, representatives of organizations, the Party, the Government and the people in general come to the Commander Camilo Cienfuegos Historical Complex to pay homage to the universal hero of this part of the Cuban soil.
Those who watch, with excited respect, wish they were there, planting nothing more and nothing less than a royal palm (not just any palm), to mark the 93 years that this man is turning, a man who continues to fly calendars under the elegant and legendary brim of his hat.
The moment is inserted in the original forms that Yaguajay has at hand again, to embrace, beyond the virtual, its Camilo, through offerings and flowers in the set erected to him, to its validity, to those who were part of the North Front of Las Villas...
Institutions of the territory would never miss the opportunity to sign collaboration agreements with the Historical Complex.
Although Camilo is just another inhabitant here, very much alive by the way, it never hurts to lay foundations -like these agreements- to accentuate the knowledge about the one who, not by chance, Cuba also knows and recognizes as the Lord of the Vanguard.
And there will be great art among the little ones, and an I paint Camilo as if to lick your fingers with brush and all, and a flame eternally burning, very Cuban, against the coldness with which, for 65 calendars, imperial envy wants to freeze the thousand and more anecdotes of the Hero ... without having been able to achieve with a single one of them.
But it is not only Yaguajay. It is all of Cuba. It is the humble house located in Pocito, No. 228, in Lawton -today Museum and National Monument-, where pioneers, high school and pre-university students converge, and Rolando Mosquera Caceres wears a Barbudos sports jersey, and a boy named Felix Lorenzo embodies Carlos Puebla, with his Canto a Camilo (Song to Camilo).
I'm talking about the same house, in short, where Camilo is born and born, grows and grows, is and is, all the time, except when he takes a little getaway to Santiago de Cuba, to put a white dove on the right shoulder of the stone where, in respectful reverence, so many visitors bow, between January and December.
