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Poesia di Antonio Guerrero 12-02-2010

Con oggi termina la pubblicazione delle poesie scritte nel "buco" dove venne segregato Antonio Guerrero, uno dei 5 cubani incarcerati negli USA da 11 anni per aver cercato di scoprire gli organizzatori di attentati terroristici contro Cuba. Tra le vittime di questi attentati anche il giovane italiano Fabio Di Celmo. Our diplomacy if it looks good and ask for the extradition of the author confessed the crime, the terrorist Posada Carriles financed and protected by the United States, the country that even in our left continues to call "the greatest democracy in the world" .

While the Mediterranean is facing in our country continues to pretend nothing has happened and to paint the victims of imperialist aggression as criminal terrorists and terrorist country most of human history as the champion of freedom and human rights. Fortunately, around the world are increasing the rebellions against internal and external oppressors, not revolution, but we still need the rule of imperialism and mistress of the bourgeoisie is tottering as never before. It will not be easy road to freedom, but at least he started to follow it and maybe you begin to understand that utopia is not impossible but it is unrealized.

Viernes, 12 de febrero de 2010 Cruzando el corazón azul of insondable, confused de Rutas, mas acompañado de Esperanzas insignificant but true, look at the geography quiet immersed in a flash of snow, territory of the indefinite, illusions of freedom. are tired, but I do not give up. cuts, but did not bleed. Such fatigue, so much pain calm with the love of my dreams de hecho a matter Invencible reconocen que no los guardianes.

When crossing the heart of blue unfathomable, in a tangle of broken, but accompanied by hopes insignificant but certain, look at the geography silent submerged in a brightness of snow, the indefinite territory, mirage of freedom. Tired, I'm not giving up. injured, do not bleed. So much effort, so much pain: calm them with the love of my dreams, matter invincible that the guards do not recognize.