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"A worker sees me, call me an artist
nobly, I added to his stature.
And my short-sightedness that goodness
dream that stretches as mature." Silvio

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was a town full of needs, which only had one hundred inhabitants. And the day came when they needed to elect a mayor. There were candidates A and B. All the people went to vote, as they both wanted. He won with 60 votes to 40 that took B. Ie that A won with 60% of the vote. When he gave his inaugural address, was there most of the people.
Four years passed. A much richer than B, but the people were full of needs. Elections came again, and again it was all the people to vote. A and B were very happy. This time A B got 40 votes and 60, so he won with 60% of the vote. And also could give his inaugural address most of the people.
took another four years. B is added to this time, much more than A, but the people were full of needs. Then came the day of elections and, again, were all to vote. A and B are licking of happiness! Pero esta vez, la mitad de los vecinos puso el sobre vacío en la urna. Al contar los votos A sacó 30 y B sacó 20. A se proclamó ganador con el 60% de los votos, dado que sólo se contaban los sobres llenos. Cuando dio su discurso inaugural, había menos de 30 personas oyéndolo. A y B supieron entonces que les sería muy difícil engañar nuevamente a ese pueblo, y por primera vez... tuvieron miedo.

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What am for all of them? I used to wonder, what kind of being encapsulated in sharp skins that do not touch, they do not sell ... I wandered years in the most inhospitable corridors fuckultad breaking my coconut that I drop a miserable idea, one. I have made hundreds of cigar ashes of poor quality, sitting out there where people go and not look, do not respond, it looks like you, you always evaluates and gives you enough, fails, use the same disagreements over and again. Until, tired of not shiver in the water and suffered no embarrassing shortages of words, I find myself with some surprise that just might bring "sucucho."
Now I know. Cover does not scare evil or graves, but now I understand: I'm his invisible friend. I've been left in the pocket of "the troops" but there I am. I am what they see, what I do, they do not know. I hid around the building in silence as a fellow to be torn from snout to be and in the meantime, come under the good hand to break the magic, I summarize to exist as they have not seen, as they do not know what does not.
But the live performance of "Piti" Target has turned to shit with laughter and clapped me with great slap back. So it's time to say enough. It does not matter that all alarms begin to scream. It does not matter that sadness covering his eyes. Hovering just begin, shy awakening of my discovery, a glamorous tear here, a painful sting there and the gradual abandonment of the capsule taped. No more blowing obsessive ghosts in the gatherings of nowhere, no more afraid to send them to happens. Little by little I see. In very comfortable fees paid me. I'm going to translate into facts for your smile belongs to me, on facts of which I like and call me, the best I get, those that capture my essence.
Server, then, as agreed. And I am not claiming anything. And the beer is taken from the peak uninvited. I am therefore taking advantage of a small clearing, trusting lives to what is perceptible by sight, but not to forget, comrades! Blessed are those who believe without seeing, those who dare to palmar, those who hear the odd song. Beautiful ... that all sections of fog and fear have all committed the sin of reaching bumping my forehead and a flood of light alcohols and laughed at me when

I'm invisible, I admit, but sensitive to beauty.

Dear friend,
see.

Your Invisible Friend

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... "You see ... holding the smoke in the rail furthest from the coast, you'll want to invite-not-the river with your water. You see, if you never threw the bear bachelor party souvenirs, it seemed to me that are some camalotes castaways of Paraná. Many mixture of water and puddles of colors, green and brown, reddish plant streams embracing those islands that many leave, yes, as a group, they come, they argue, are trapped. They are in it for themselves because they know endless flow of travel. and they are sought, the complex known sadness of walking alone out there where the other smells like fish where others are not they, say, by overlapping leaves at drift. But these pools were always called me to play that stupid little walk left me dizzy and disoriented. Because of beach, water, beach, water, sand and water, the leaves were wrapped in peace and I was nearly sunk, and to stay afloat so there I was poking the poor and tender red eyes on the waves: one, eh. No one but other odors improper call you repulsive other tribes between the immensity of colors. Some camalotes castaways of Paraná. Are those who come to the shore, those who do stunts, play the violin and stuff, pass the hat, you look like starving street dog with floppy ears, look at you, love you and are close, kiss you from afar and continue to your going to the game ."... indifferent

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El principito las miró. ¡Todas se parecían tanto a su flor!

Y se sintió very unhappy. His flower had told him that was the only of its kind in the entire universe. And now his eyes had more than five thousand, all alike, in one single garden!

"If she saw this," thought the prince would feel humiliated, would cough a lot and simulate die to escape ridicule. And I have to pretend you care, it would be able to let it die true to humiliate me too ... "

"I'm not really a great prince ..."

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" In this period of building socialism we can see the new man being born. His image is not finished yet, not could ever be and that the process is parallel to the development of new economic forms. Aside from those whose lack of education makes them take the solitary road toward satisfying their own ambitions, is that even within this new landscape joint motion, tend to walk isolated from the masses accompanying them. The important thing is that men are becoming increasingly conscious of the need for their inclusion in society and at the same time, their importance as engines of the same. "

" They no longer travel completely alone over sidewalks stray toward distant aspirations. They follow their vanguard, consisting of the Party, by the advanced workers, advanced by men who walk with the masses and in close communion with them. The vanguard has its eyes on the future and its reward, but it is not envisaged as something individual and the prize is the new society where men have characteristics distinct society of communist man. "

" The road is long and fraught with difficulties. Sometimes we lose our way and must turn back, others go too fast and separate ourselves from the masses, sometimes we go too slow, feel the breath of those treading at our heels. In our zeal as revolutionaries we try to move as quickly as possible, clearing roads, but we know we must be nourished by the mass and that it can advance more rapidly only if we inspire by example. "

" The Party is a vanguard organization. The best workers are nominated by their peers to integrate. It is a minority but of great authority for the quality of his paintings. Our aspiration is to become a mass Party, but when the masses have reached the level of the vanguard, that is, when they are educated for communism. And that education is aimed at work. The party is the living example; its cadres must teach hard work and sacrifice, must bear its share to the masses to the revolutionary task, which involves years of hard struggle against the difficulties of construction, class enemies, the scourges of the past, imperialism ... "

" Let me tell you, at risk of seeming ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality. Perhaps one of the great dramas of the leader that he must combine a passionate spirit with a cold intelligence and make painful decisions without flinching. Our vanguard revolutionaries must idealize this love of the people, the most sacred causes, and make it one and indivisible. They can not descend, with small doses of daily affection to the places where ordinary men exercising. "

" Let me draw some conclusions:
We socialists are freer because we are more complete, more complete because we are freer.
The skeleton of our complete freedom is already formed, lacks the protein substance and clothing, we will create.
Our freedom and its daily sustenance are color are swollen with blood and sacrifice.
Our sacrifice is conscious: an installment payment on the freedom to build.
The road is long and in part unknown, we know our limitations. We twenty-first century man: ourselves.
We will forge ourselves in daily action, creating a new man with a new technique.
Clearing the way is the vanguard group, the best among the good, the Party.
The basic clay of our work is the youth, we place our hope in it and prepare it to take from our hands the flag.
If this inarticulate letter clarifies anything, it has accomplished the objective that motivated it. "

Excerpt from" The Socialism and Man in Cuba "

[text addressed to Carlos Quijano, weekly, Marcha, Montevideo, March 12, 1965.]

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night to celebrate. More red lights burning in the pale ceiling of the everyday. Crashes, screams, gets up, takes place as an awakening into a gray lethargy, but ... With whom do, brothers? Ah, ah, ah ... only consistent determinant of the distance. Let my wishes in school twelve, Surrender the kiss on the corner of indesición. Shared a bed-blanket-dreams with nothing material to unleash the ilsusión, comfortable or imagine, among all this dough of good and bad times armed as for those who like (at least soon) played long-short life you have.
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