Artists and teachers have a special charm to touch the heart. If both conditions come together in a being, and if, in addition, that being carries the imperious virtues that point to righteousness, the people for whom they work make them their own, and welcome that dedication as an offering.
Before those who pass the test of fire to remain in this way in others, Corina Mestre comes out triumphant.
She has left us, and yet, before us, she defends characters that we believed to be real; she has said goodbye to us, and her students keep her warnings; she has left the world, and her trembling voice continues to declaim, not a poem, but the feeling of an island choir.
Cuba will keep the impressions caused by the performances of the beloved actress. Cubans will never forget her steadfastness in expressing, with no half-heartedness, what needed to be heard, and the way it had to be said, if it was a matter of defending Cuban conquests.
Vertical in her thoughts, simple and cordial in her dealings, natural and very Cuban, the Corina that hurts us today, leaves, but does not go away.
Those who have been great for their homeland, do not lose sight of her.
