NO SABIAMOS que éramos parte de un plan creado por el Che Guevara para formar lo que él llamaba “el hombre nuevo”: trabador obediente a toda orden, revolucionario a toda prueba e ideológicamente formado en el Marxismo-Leninismo. Además de ir separándonos de la generación y los valores de nuestros padres que en su inmensa mayoría era tradicional burguesa aunque fueran campesinos descendientes de africanos y gallegos pobres..........WE DIDN'T KNOW that we were part of a plan created by Che Guevara to form what he called "the new man": a worker obedient to all orders, a revolutionary in all resistance and ideologically formed in Marxism-Leninism. In addition to separating ourselves from the generation and the values of our parents, who in their vast majority were traditional bourgeois even though they were peasants descended from Africans and poor Galicians..
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAYO
GENIO
WE DIDN'T KNOW that we were part of a plan created by Che Guevara to form what he called "the new man": a worker obedient to all orders, a revolutionary in all resistance and ideologically formed in Marxism-Leninism. In addition to separating ourselves from the generation and the values of our parents, who in their vast majority were traditional bourgeois even though they were peasants descended from Africans and poor Galicians.MONDAY, JUNE 29, 2020
“Te toco con la punta de mi seno aun sin estar enamorada y me desordeno, me desordeno” "I touch you with the tip of my breast even without being in love and I mess up, I mess up"
“Te toco con la punta de mi seno aun sin estar enamorada y me desordeno, me desordeno”
Esa estrofa basta para magnificarla como una poeta cubana mayor del siglo XX y XXI.CARIDA OLIVERA.
Fue castrista hasta la médula y adoraba al che Guevara pero eso no quita el lirismo y ensoñación erótica de su poesía.
Estoy valorando a la poeta que había en ella y sus múltiples publicaciones en el extranjero. El régimen castrista la hizo suya y la exhibió por toda Cuba y el extranjero como sabe hacer a los intelectuales que les son fieles.
Si hubiera ido al exilio ni siquiera estaría en una antología de las mejores poetas cubanas.
Pero la leyenda quedaría. Igual que se refugiara en cualquier rincón del mundo.
ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAYO
GENIO
CUBANO URUGUAYO
GENIO
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 6, 2019
REVOLUCION CULTURAL REVOLUTION Una madrugada apareció una foto amplia de Fidel Castro pegada a la entrada de unos de los baños. Tenía emplastada toda una caca de mierda en la cara y nadie quería ensuciarse al quitarla. Se formó un lio tremendo, discursos, amenazas pero todo quedó ahí. No podían con cientos de adolescentes serios y con la boca herméticamente cerrada. Esa noche nos dieron pescado frito.------#cuba THE NEW MAN, THE ANAL CLEANING AND THE GRAMMA NEWSPAPER
#cuba THE NEW MAN, THE ANAL CLEANING AND THE GRAMMA NEWSPAPER
THE NEW MAN, THE ANAL CLEANING AND THE GRAMMA NEWSPAPER.
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Dr Orlando Vicente Álvarez
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Dr Orlando Vicente Álvarez
URUGUAY
When we arrived at the Seventh Grade of Secondary, the Cuban Revolution had compulsorily instituted "The School to the Field" which was to spend 45 days, suspended the teaching work, in Agriculture.
We were simple teenagers from everywhere. They gave us a change of work clothes that included tennis shoes, trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, all of a rough but resistant fabric.
We girls and boys were most excited. It was the first time that we separated for so long and we freed ourselves from the tutelage of our parents. The enthusiasm was contagious.
We did not know that we were part of a plan created by Che Guevara to form what he called "the new man": obedient traitor to every order, revolutionary in every way and ideologically formed in Marxism-Leninism. In addition to separating ourselves from the generation and values of our parents, who in their immense majority were traditional bourgeois even if they were peasants of African descent and poor Galicians.
I remember it was in December. The main time for Catholics and that was already diluting the customs of Christmas and Christmas Eve and the cerebration of a new year.
All good until then. After the first days of work on a state farm far away from the city so that most of our parents did not come to see us, the hunger began and as we had to pick tomatoes we took a bag of salt to the field and we were fed up with them until we were satiated and lunch time arrives.
But the big problem was the toilets that they had prepared. They were holes in the concrete with two bricks on each side to put the feet and defecate in crouches. We called them "take aim" because you had to hit the small hole accurately.
The toilet paper that we brought from home was soon over and we had to use the GRAMMA newspaper that was not lacking. But you had to moisten it a bit earlier because it scraped the rear and then we left with the ass inked black. The holes had no wall in front so everyone who passed saw us in that very private act. The same would be with girls.
In the afternoon bath time was an agony because we had to stand in line to load a bucket with cold water - and it was cold in December - and bathe in a row inside four walls. We had to scrub our asses well with washing soap to remove the inking. For boys there were no problems in walking naked. But for the girls I do not know how they managed.
One morning a large photo of Fidel Castro appeared stuck to the entrance of one of the bathrooms. A whole peace of shit was plastered on his face and no one wanted to get dirty by removing it. There was a tremendous mess, speeches, threats but everyone was in silent. They could not with hundreds of serious teenagers and with their mouths tightly closed.
That night they gave us fried fish.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
When we arrived at the Seventh Grade of Secondary, the Cuban Revolution had compulsorily instituted "The School to the Field" which was to spend 45 days, suspended the teaching work, in Agriculture.
We were simple teenagers from everywhere. They gave us a change of work clothes that included tennis shoes, trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, all of a rough but resistant fabric.
We girls and boys were most excited. It was the first time that we separated for so long and we freed ourselves from the tutelage of our parents. The enthusiasm was contagious.
We did not know that we were part of a plan created by Che Guevara to form what he called "the new man": obedient traitor to every order, revolutionary in every way and ideologically formed in Marxism-Leninism. In addition to separating ourselves from the generation and values of our parents, who in their immense majority were traditional bourgeois even if they were peasants of African descent and poor Galicians.
I remember it was in December. The main time for Catholics and that was already diluting the customs of Christmas and Christmas Eve and the cerebration of a new year.
All good until then. After the first days of work on a state farm far away from the city so that most of our parents did not come to see us, the hunger began and as we had to pick tomatoes we took a bag of salt to the field and we were fed up with them until we were satiated and lunch time arrives.
But the big problem was the toilets that they had prepared. They were holes in the concrete with two bricks on each side to put the feet and defecate in crouches. We called them "take aim" because you had to hit the small hole accurately.
The toilet paper that we brought from home was soon over and we had to use the GRAMMA newspaper that was not lacking. But you had to moisten it a bit earlier because it scraped the rear and then we left with the ass inked black. The holes had no wall in front so everyone who passed saw us in that very private act. The same would be with girls.
In the afternoon bath time was an agony because we had to stand in line to load a bucket with cold water - and it was cold in December - and bathe in a row inside four walls. We had to scrub our asses well with washing soap to remove the inking. For boys there were no problems in walking naked. But for the girls I do not know how they managed.
One morning a large photo of Fidel Castro appeared stuck to the entrance of one of the bathrooms. A whole peace of shit was plastered on his face and no one wanted to get dirty by removing it. There was a tremendous mess, speeches, threats but everyone was in silent. They could not with hundreds of serious teenagers and with their mouths tightly closed.
That night they gave us fried fish.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN,GENIUS
Cuando llegamos al Séptimo Grado de Secundaria la Revolución cubana había instituido de forma obligatoria “La Escuela al Campo” que era pasar 45 días, suspendidas las labores docentes, en la Agricultura.
Éramos unos simples adolescentes venidos de todas partes. Nos entregaban una muda de ropa de trabajo que incluía zapatos tenis, pantalón y una camisa de mangas largas, todo de una tela burda pero resistente.
Nosotros las chicas y chicos de lo más entusiasmados. Era la primera vez que nos separábamos por tanto tiempo y nos liberábamos de la tutela de nuestros padres. El entusiasmo era contagioso.
No sabíamos que éramos parte de un plan creado por el Che Guevara para formar lo que él llamaba “el hombre nuevo”: trabador obediente a toda orden, revolucionario a toda prueba e ideológicamente formado en el Marxismo-Leninismo. Además de ir separándonos de la generación y los valores de nuestros padres que en su inmensa mayoría era tradicional burguesa aunque fueran campesinos descendientes de africanos y gallegos pobres.
Recuerdo que fue en Diciembre. La época principal para los católicos y que ya se iba diluyendo las costumbres de Navidad y de Noche Buena y la cerebración de un nuevo año.
Todo bien hasta entonces. Transcurrido los primeros días de trabajo en una granja estatal bien lejos de la ciudad para que la mayoría de nuestros padres no fuera a vernos, empezó el hambre y como teníamos que recoger tomates nos llevábamos hacia el campo una bolsita con sal y nos hartábamos de la vianda hasta quedar saciados y llegara la hora del almuerzo.
Pero el gran problema eran los inodoros que nos habían preparados. Eran unos huecos en el cemento con dos ladrillos a cada lado para poner los pies y defecar en cuclillas. Nosotros les llamábamos “coge puntería” porque había que acertar el pequeño orificio con precisión.
El papel higiénico que trajimos de casa se nos acabó pronto y tuvimos que usar el diario GRAMMA que no faltaba. Pero había que humedecerlo un poco antes pues raspaba el trasero y después salíamos con el culo entintado de negro. Los huecos no tenían pared al frente así que todo el que pasaba nos veía en ese acto tan privado. Lo mismo sería con las chicas.
En la tarde la hora del baño era una agonía pues teníamos que hacer cola para cargar un balde con agua fría- y hacia frio en Diciembre- y bañarse en fila dentro de cuatro paredes. Teníamos que restregarnos bien el culo con jabón de lavar para quitar el entintado. Para los varones no había problemas en andar desnudos. Pero para las chicas no sé cómo se las ingeniaban.
Una madrugada apareció una foto amplia de Fidel Castro pegada a la entrada de unos de los baños. Tenía emplastada toda una caca de mierda en la cara y nadie quería ensuciarse al quitarla. Se formó un lio tremendo, discursos, amenazas pero todo quedó ahí. No podían con cientos de adolescentes serios y con la boca herméticamente cerrada.
Esa noche nos dieron pescado frito.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAYO,GENIO
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAYO,GENIO
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 2018
THE POET WOMAN THAT RUN AWAY NAKED BY THE STREET
THE CUBAN POET THAT RUN NAKED BY THE STREET FOLOWED BY HER LOVER.
CARILDA OLIVER LABRA -6 July, 1992__ 29 August 2018.
She was a woman cuban poet, Matancera, who since young published her first poems. Passionate, sensual and without fuss, her verses reflect those corners of the soul and the female body that nobody dared to mention.
Beautiful, flirtatious and always in love, she said without hesitation that she could not live without a man by her side. Even at 90 years old, she still retained traces of her blond beauty and fleshy red lips like the rose of Christ.
Her poem "Me desordeno" is the one that made her famous throughout the Spanish-speaking world. She received multiple awards and tributes by Castro's institutions.
In literary circles, it is said that on an afternoon of her youth, she ran out naked and barefoot, running away from a man who was very passionate or who wanted more of her in his ardor. That was a scandal throughout the city of Matanzas and raised her to the rank of poet for those who did not know her verses, such as:
"I touch you with the tip of my breast even without being in love and I get disordered, I get disordered"
That verse is enough to magnify her as a major Cuban poet of the twentieth and twenty-first century.
She was a Castro to the core and she adored Che Guevara, but that does not take away the lyricism and erotic reverie of her poetry.
I'm valuing the poet in her and her many publications abroad. The Castro regime made her theirs and exhibited her throughout Cuba and abroad as they know how to do to the intellectuals who are faithful to them.
If she had gone into exile, she would not even be in an anthology of the best Cuban poets.
But the legend would remain. The same as she took refuge in any corner of the world.
ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CARILDA OLIVER LABRA -6 July, 1992__ 29 August 2018.
She was a woman cuban poet, Matancera, who since young published her first poems. Passionate, sensual and without fuss, her verses reflect those corners of the soul and the female body that nobody dared to mention.
Beautiful, flirtatious and always in love, she said without hesitation that she could not live without a man by her side. Even at 90 years old, she still retained traces of her blond beauty and fleshy red lips like the rose of Christ.
Her poem "Me desordeno" is the one that made her famous throughout the Spanish-speaking world. She received multiple awards and tributes by Castro's institutions.
In literary circles, it is said that on an afternoon of her youth, she ran out naked and barefoot, running away from a man who was very passionate or who wanted more of her in his ardor. That was a scandal throughout the city of Matanzas and raised her to the rank of poet for those who did not know her verses, such as:
"I touch you with the tip of my breast even without being in love and I get disordered, I get disordered"
That verse is enough to magnify her as a major Cuban poet of the twentieth and twenty-first century.
She was a Castro to the core and she adored Che Guevara, but that does not take away the lyricism and erotic reverie of her poetry.
I'm valuing the poet in her and her many publications abroad. The Castro regime made her theirs and exhibited her throughout Cuba and abroad as they know how to do to the intellectuals who are faithful to them.
If she had gone into exile, she would not even be in an anthology of the best Cuban poets.
But the legend would remain. The same as she took refuge in any corner of the world.
ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
LA POETISA MATANCERA QUE HUYO DESNUDA POR LAS CALLES
LA POETA CUBANA QUE SALIO DESNUDA POR LA CALLE HUEYENDO DE SU AMANTE.
CARILDA OLIVERA LABRA -6 de Julio de 1992__ 29 de Agosto de 2018.
Fue una poetisa cubana, matancera, quien desde joven publicó sus primeras poesías. Apasionada, sensual y sin aspavientos, sus versos reflejan aquellos rincones del alma y del cuerpo femenino que nadie se atrevía a mencionar.
Bella, coqueta y siempre enamorada, decía sin tapujos que no podía vivir sin un hombre a su lado. Aún a 90 años conservaba rastros de su belleza blonda y labios carnosos rojos como rosa de Cristo.
Su poema “Me desordeno” es el que la hizo famosa en todo el mundo de habla hispana. Recibió múltiples galardones y homenajes por las instituciones castrista.
En los círculos literarios se cuenta que en una tarde de su juventud salió corriendo a la calle desnuda y descalza huyendo de hombre muy apasionado o que en su ardor quería más de ella. Aquello fue un escándalo en toda la ciudad de Matanzas y la elevó al rango de poetisa para aquellos que desconocían sus versos, como:
“Te toco con la punta de mi seno aun sin estar enamorada y me desordeno, me desordeno”
Esa estrofa basta para magnificarla como una poeta cubana mayor del siglo XX y XXI.
Fue castrista hasta la médula y adoraba al che Guevara pero eso no quita el lirismo y ensoñación erótica de su poesía.
Estoy valorando a la poeta que había en ella y sus múltiples publicaciones en el extranjero. El régimen castrista la hizo suya y la exhibió por toda Cuba y el extranjero como sabe hacer a los intelectuales que les son fieles.
Si hubiera ido al exilio ni siquiera estaría en una antología de las mejores poetas cubanas.
Pero la leyenda quedaría. Igual que se refugiara en cualquier rincón del mundo.
ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2018
FIDEL CASTRO-THE VICTIMS
FIDEL CASTRO: THE VICTIMS.
Starting when I was a child and the revolution triumphed, Fidel and his henchmen shot thousands of Batista in unsubstantiated trials where only the pointing of the witnesses with a wave of the hand was missing, and without hesitation, they went straight to the wall.
After a famous case that still remains in the mystery: the death of Camilo Cienfuegos in a supposed air accident whose remains of the aircraft were never found. There is a story that when Camilo returned I think that from Camagüey after a discussion with Huber Matos, he returns to Havana and he poses the reasoning of Huber to the Castro and Vilma Espín. Result: when the discussion was at its height Vilma took out her pistol and shot death to good Camilo, deceived by the path Castro took towards the communist.
Since then he became a hero and forced the children to throw a flower in memory of Camilo, which Fidel continued to do with his later victims. And I was crazy to join the parade with my other first grade classmates but my dad, firm, would not let me.
Eduardo Dorticos was also shot in the head, a puppet president who Fidel placed before the people, deceiving him before establishing the communist regime.
Then it was the turn of Aidee Santamaría, left aside and relaxed to silence and who discreetly supported the new artists like the singer Pablo Milanes and others. She shots her head.
What Che Guevara. It is not known if it was the Argentine commander's decision to take the revolution to other Latin American towns or if Castro encouraged him, with his intelligent Machiavellian manipulation, to take it out of the way. We even read the last letter of Che addressed to Fidel in each school -we did not understand anything- and in other areas.
The fallen in Angola and Ethiopia is an example of the bloodthirsty spirit and savior of the oppressed as they wanted to be remembered. Years later, when his adventures in Africa were over, he made well-uniformed militiamen with brave faces march with the aluminum boxes in their arms and some coffins in cars with Cuban flags. If this is not direct interference in the internal affairs of other countries that Castro, Chávez and Maduro both proclaimed and asked, I do not understand anything about politics.
I was in the maritime city of Baracoa north of Guantanamo and I told my wife to see the parade where I did not participate but it blocked the traffic of my car: - Instead of the phrase "glory for the internationalists" I should teach you a fist of insult-as used in the USA-and throw an expletive at the crowd that participated as sheep to that show.
The last death by suicide was the Fidelito, son of Castro's first marriage, depressed, without power, eliminated his self-esteem by a father who did not show love towards his children, Fidelito went quietly. The news was just a comment on the Cuban newscast. They did not want the people to ask themselves: Why?
The son of Dr. Hilda Molina, asylum in Argentina, with his wife of the same nationality gave an interview on the program of the Diva Susana Giménez. He had a nervous twitch on his eyelids, a trembling voice and hesitated all the time. This is due to the fear of the Cuban KGB and the trauma of the Cuban exile who has his own mother confined at home in Havana, only in the company of the Church and the Virgin of Charity of the Copper.
The same Hilda Molina last Sunday gave an interview to CNN driver Longobardi. An old wrinkled woman was appreciated but with solid and intelligent arguments, but with a cascading and trembling voice. She said that she had made the profile of Fidel Castro while in Cuba and that she had been able to get the notebooks out of the country when finally in the Rauliana era they freed her to join her son and grandson.
She said that Fidel was a psychotic-sociopath, intelligent and soulless and manipulative. If he had done good with that intelligence, Cuba would be one of the most important countries in the world. And that he used this throughout his life as we were slaves.
The case of Ochoa and his three companions was an example of how he cleaned his face to present himself to the world as if the Castro brothers had nothing to do with drug trafficking. For the accusation he used the full state council, which full of fear, condemned the accused to death. Then he awarded the accusing prosecutor, devouring raptor, with a position in the congress, until years later he ended up excusing himself from public life, apparently regretting how they had used him.
Castro absorbed the vital energy of his subordinates like a legendary vampire who takes the blood of his victims and then, when they had faithfully served him for a time, beheaded them and sent them to a distant place on the island, no longer with peace or pride. man, head down and silenced forever.
This afternoon I was going to the Hospital's lab to look for an analysis of Glicemia-Hemoglobi because of my insulin-dependent diabetes and suddenly I saw an old man with Fidel's features, his gray beard, the Galician profile and against, an olive green cap. I thought that I was hallucinating in a precocious senile dementia or that it was the ghost of Fidel that was chasing me. I reacted and shouted for everyone to hear:
- FIDEL CASTRO? SOLAVAYA!
- No problem, the old man replied. The old man disappeared into one of the detention rooms.
ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
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Starting when I was a child and the revolution triumphed, Fidel and his henchmen shot thousands of Batista in unsubstantiated trials where only the pointing of the witnesses with a wave of the hand was missing, and without hesitation, they went straight to the wall.
After a famous case that still remains in the mystery: the death of Camilo Cienfuegos in a supposed air accident whose remains of the aircraft were never found. There is a story that when Camilo returned I think that from Camagüey after a discussion with Huber Matos, he returns to Havana and he poses the reasoning of Huber to the Castro and Vilma Espín. Result: when the discussion was at its height Vilma took out her pistol and shot death to good Camilo, deceived by the path Castro took towards the communist.
Since then he became a hero and forced the children to throw a flower in memory of Camilo, which Fidel continued to do with his later victims. And I was crazy to join the parade with my other first grade classmates but my dad, firm, would not let me.
Eduardo Dorticos was also shot in the head, a puppet president who Fidel placed before the people, deceiving him before establishing the communist regime.
Then it was the turn of Aidee Santamaría, left aside and relaxed to silence and who discreetly supported the new artists like the singer Pablo Milanes and others. She shots her head.
What Che Guevara. It is not known if it was the Argentine commander's decision to take the revolution to other Latin American towns or if Castro encouraged him, with his intelligent Machiavellian manipulation, to take it out of the way. We even read the last letter of Che addressed to Fidel in each school -we did not understand anything- and in other areas.
The fallen in Angola and Ethiopia is an example of the bloodthirsty spirit and savior of the oppressed as they wanted to be remembered. Years later, when his adventures in Africa were over, he made well-uniformed militiamen with brave faces march with the aluminum boxes in their arms and some coffins in cars with Cuban flags. If this is not direct interference in the internal affairs of other countries that Castro, Chávez and Maduro both proclaimed and asked, I do not understand anything about politics.
I was in the maritime city of Baracoa north of Guantanamo and I told my wife to see the parade where I did not participate but it blocked the traffic of my car: - Instead of the phrase "glory for the internationalists" I should teach you a fist of insult-as used in the USA-and throw an expletive at the crowd that participated as sheep to that show.
The last death by suicide was the Fidelito, son of Castro's first marriage, depressed, without power, eliminated his self-esteem by a father who did not show love towards his children, Fidelito went quietly. The news was just a comment on the Cuban newscast. They did not want the people to ask themselves: Why?
The son of Dr. Hilda Molina, asylum in Argentina, with his wife of the same nationality gave an interview on the program of the Diva Susana Giménez. He had a nervous twitch on his eyelids, a trembling voice and hesitated all the time. This is due to the fear of the Cuban KGB and the trauma of the Cuban exile who has his own mother confined at home in Havana, only in the company of the Church and the Virgin of Charity of the Copper.
The same Hilda Molina last Sunday gave an interview to CNN driver Longobardi. An old wrinkled woman was appreciated but with solid and intelligent arguments, but with a cascading and trembling voice. She said that she had made the profile of Fidel Castro while in Cuba and that she had been able to get the notebooks out of the country when finally in the Rauliana era they freed her to join her son and grandson.
She said that Fidel was a psychotic-sociopath, intelligent and soulless and manipulative. If he had done good with that intelligence, Cuba would be one of the most important countries in the world. And that he used this throughout his life as we were slaves.
The case of Ochoa and his three companions was an example of how he cleaned his face to present himself to the world as if the Castro brothers had nothing to do with drug trafficking. For the accusation he used the full state council, which full of fear, condemned the accused to death. Then he awarded the accusing prosecutor, devouring raptor, with a position in the congress, until years later he ended up excusing himself from public life, apparently regretting how they had used him.
Castro absorbed the vital energy of his subordinates like a legendary vampire who takes the blood of his victims and then, when they had faithfully served him for a time, beheaded them and sent them to a distant place on the island, no longer with peace or pride. man, head down and silenced forever.
This afternoon I was going to the Hospital's lab to look for an analysis of Glicemia-Hemoglobi because of my insulin-dependent diabetes and suddenly I saw an old man with Fidel's features, his gray beard, the Galician profile and against, an olive green cap. I thought that I was hallucinating in a precocious senile dementia or that it was the ghost of Fidel that was chasing me. I reacted and shouted for everyone to hear:
- FIDEL CASTRO? SOLAVAYA!
- No problem, the old man replied. The old man disappeared into one of the detention rooms.
ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
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SINGER GLORIA STEFAN AND MARIELA CASTRO ESPIN
GLORIA STEFAN AND MARIELA CASTRO ESPIN
The daughter of Raul Castro, a member of the Cuban parliament, said on Cuban national TV yesterday that Gloria would not succeed as a singer in Cuba, because "she does not have sandunga"
Wounded by Stefan's statements that he would not sing in Cuba while it was not free, the town had the same right as foreign tourists and less in front of the Che Guevara sculpture.
Let me tell you that when we were in Cuba we exchanged Gloria's cassettes to listen to her on birthdays, weddings or bithday of 15 of the young people.
I think Mariela is based on the racial prejudices that still survive in Cuba where the Afro-descendant population tends more to enjoy the music "sandunguera" and this is nothing but bottled racism because Gloria loves everyone to dance and listen. His song "Conga" made half the world dance.
She can talk what she wants because there is no one to reply to her- Ahh, it's the president's daughter behind the scenes.
My mother when she came to Uruguay on vacation, one of the first things she asked me -Get me a CD from Celia Cruz, - and my mother is the daughter of emigrant Galicians and in so many decades of Revolution she had not forgotten the Guarachera de Cuba that always she denied returning to Cuba in her exile.
Mariela Castro was wrong in her statement about Gloria which has helped to spread the Cuban rhythms around the world more successfully than any Cuban singer on the island. Silvio Rodríguez, Cuba's official singer will have Sandunga.
She knows nothing about music or Cuban roots for an emigrant. She only sits in his office to present herself as a new face initiator of cultural and social changes.
Shut up Mariela and leave another Cuban more exalted than you to sing to the world: "My land and Cuba libre".
As one of her songs says:
-The earth hurts you!
Because you are not really interested and you are divorced from the experiences of the Cuban people.
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The daughter of Raul Castro, a member of the Cuban parliament, said on Cuban national TV yesterday that Gloria would not succeed as a singer in Cuba, because "she does not have sandunga"
Wounded by Stefan's statements that he would not sing in Cuba while it was not free, the town had the same right as foreign tourists and less in front of the Che Guevara sculpture.
Let me tell you that when we were in Cuba we exchanged Gloria's cassettes to listen to her on birthdays, weddings or bithday of 15 of the young people.
I think Mariela is based on the racial prejudices that still survive in Cuba where the Afro-descendant population tends more to enjoy the music "sandunguera" and this is nothing but bottled racism because Gloria loves everyone to dance and listen. His song "Conga" made half the world dance.
She can talk what she wants because there is no one to reply to her- Ahh, it's the president's daughter behind the scenes.
My mother when she came to Uruguay on vacation, one of the first things she asked me -Get me a CD from Celia Cruz, - and my mother is the daughter of emigrant Galicians and in so many decades of Revolution she had not forgotten the Guarachera de Cuba that always she denied returning to Cuba in her exile.
Mariela Castro was wrong in her statement about Gloria which has helped to spread the Cuban rhythms around the world more successfully than any Cuban singer on the island. Silvio Rodríguez, Cuba's official singer will have Sandunga.
She knows nothing about music or Cuban roots for an emigrant. She only sits in his office to present herself as a new face initiator of cultural and social changes.
Shut up Mariela and leave another Cuban more exalted than you to sing to the world: "My land and Cuba libre".
As one of her songs says:
-The earth hurts you!
Because you are not really interested and you are divorced from the experiences of the Cuban people.
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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2018
GLORIA STEFAN Y MARIELA CASTRO ESPIN
GLORIA STEFAN Y MARIELA CASTRO ESPIN
La hija de Raúl Castro, miembro del parlamento cubano declaró ayer en la TV nacional cubana que Gloria no tendría éxito como cantante en Cuba, porque “no tiene sandunga”
Dolida por las declaraciones de la Stefan de que no cantaría en Cuba mientras no fuera libre, el pueblo tuviera el mismo derecho que los turistas extranjeros y menos frente a la escultura del Che Guevara.
Dejame decirle que cuando estaba en Cuba nos intercambiábamos los casetes de Gloria para escucharla en los cumpleaños, bodas o fiestas de quince de los jóvenes.
Creo que Mariela se basa en los prejuicios raciales que aún sobreviven en Cuba donde la población afrodescendiente tiende más a gozar de la música “sandunguera” y esto no es más que racismo embotellado porque Gloria le encanta a todo el mundo para bailar y escuchar. Su canción “Conga” hizo bailar a medio mundo.
Ella puede hablar lo que le cante porque no hay nadie que le replique- Ahh, es hija del presidente entre bambalinas.
Mi madre cuando vino a Uruguay de vacaciones una de las primeras cosas que me pidió- Consígueme un CD de Celia Cruz,- y mi madre es hija de gallegos emigrantes y en tantas décadas de Revolución no había olvidado a la Guarachera de Cuba que siempre se negó regresar a Cuba en su exilio.
Mariela Castro se equivocó en su declaración sobre Gloria la cual ha contribuido a difundir los ritmos cubanos por el mundo con más éxito que cualquier cantante cubano recluido en la isla. Silvio Rodríguez, cantante oficialista de Cuba sí tendrá Sandunga.
No sabe nada nada de música ni de raíces cubanas para un emigrado. Solo se sienta en su despacho a presentarse como una nueva cara iniciadora de cambios culturales.
Cállate Mariela y deja a otra cubana más excelsa que tú a cantar al mundo: Mi tierra y Cuba libre.
Como dice una de sus canciones:
¡La tierra te duele!
Porque a vos no te interesa verdaderamente y estas divorciada de las vivencias del pueblo cubano.
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MONDAY, OCTOBER 22, 2018
FIDEL CASTRO: LAS VÍCTIMAS.
FIDEL CASTRO: LAS VICTIMAS.
Empezando que cuando yo era niño y triunfaba la revolución, Fidel y sus secuaces fusilaron a miles de batistianos en juicios sin sumario donde solo faltaba el señalamiento de los testigos con un movimiento de la mano, y sin dudarlo, iban directo al paredón.
Después un caso famoso que aún permanece en el misterio: la muerte de Camilo Cienfuegos en un supuesto accidente aéreo cuyos restos de la aeronave nunca se encontraron. Hay una historia que cuando Camilo regreso creo que de Camagüey después de una discusión con Huber Matos, regreso a la Habana y le planteo el razonamiento de Huber a los Castro y a Vilma Espín. Resultado: cuando la discusión estaba en su punto álgido Vilma sacó su pistola y le disparo de muerte al buen Camilo, engañado por el camino que tomaba Castro hacia el comunista.
Desde entonces lo hizo un héroe y obligó a los niños arrojar una flor en memoria de Camilo, cosa que siguió haciendo con sus víctimas posteriores. Y yo loco por incorporarme al desfile con mis demás condiscípulos de primer grado pero mi Papá, firme, no me lo permitía.
También se dio un disparó en la cabeza Eduardo Dorticos, presidente fantoche que Fidel coloco frente al pueblo engañándolo antes de establecer el régimen comunista.
Después le tocó el turno a Aidee Santamaría, dejada a un lado y relajada al silencio y que discretamente apoyaba a los nuevos artistas como el canta autor Pablo Milanés y otros.
Lo del Che Guevara. No se sabe si fue decisión del comandante argentino en llevar la revolución a otros pueblos de América Latina o si Castro lo impulsó, con su inteligente manipulación maquiavélica, a quitarlo del camino. Hasta se nos leyó la última carta del Che dirigida a Fidel en cada escuela –nosotros sin entender nada- y en otros ámbitos.
Los caídos en Angola y Etiopia es un ejemplo del espíritu sanguinario y de salvador de los oprimidos como querían que lo recordaran. Años después, terminadas sus aventuras en África, hizo que milicianas bien uniformadas y con rostros aguerridos marcharan con las cajas de aluminio en sus brazos y algunos ataúdes en carros con banderas cubanas. Si esto no es injerencia directa en los asuntos internos de otros países que tanto los Castro, Chávez y Maduro pregonaron y preguntan, no entiendo nada de política.
Yo estaba en la ciudad marítima de Baracoa al norte de Guantánamo y le dije a mi esposa al ver el desfile en que no participe pero que obstruía el tráfico de mi auto:-En lugar de la frase “gloria para los internacionalistas” debería enseñarle un puño de insulto-como se usa en USA-Y lanzarle un improperio a la muchedumbre que participaba como ovejas a aquel espectáculo.
La última muerte por suicidio fue la Fidelito, hijo del primer matrimonio de Castro, depresivo, sin poder, eliminado su amor propio por un padre que no demostraba amor hacia sus hijos, se fue Fidelito calladamente. La noticia fue sólo un comentario en el noticiero cubano. No querían que el pueblo se preguntara: ¿Por qué?
El hijo de la Dra. Hilda Molina, asilado en Argentina, con su esposa de la misma nacionalidad dio una entrevista en el programa de la Diva Susana Giménez. Tenía un tic nervioso en los parpados, hablar tembloroso y titubeaba a cada rato. Eso por temer a la KGB cubana y al trauma del exiliado cubano que tiene a su propia madre recluida en casa en la Habana, solo en compañía de la Iglesia y la virgen de la Caridad del Cobre.
La misma Hilda Molina el domingo pasado dio una entrevista a la CNN al conductor Longobardi. Se apreciaba una anciana arrugada pero con argumentos sólidos e inteligentes, pero con voz cascada y temblorosa. Dijo que había hecho el perfil de Fidel Castro estando en Cuba y que había podido sacar los cuadernos del país cuando por fin en la era Rauliana la liberaron a reunirse con su hijo y nieto.
Dijo que Fidel era un psicótica-sociópata, inteligente y desalmado y manipulador. Si con esa inteligencia hubiera hecho el bien Cuba sería un país de los más importantes del mundo. Y que la utilizo durante toda su vida como si ella fuera una esclava.
El caso de Ochoa y sus tres compañeros fue ejemplo de cómo limpiaba su cara para presentarse al mundo como que no los hermanos Castro no tenían nada que ver con el narcotráfico. Para la acusación utilizo al consejo de estado pleno, que llenos de miedo, condenaron a muerte a los acusados. Después premio al fiscal acusadora, ave rapaz devoradora, con un cargo en el congreso, hasta que años después termino excusándose de la vida pública, al parecer arrepentido de como lo habían usado.
El caso de Ochoa y sus tres compañeros fue ejemplo de cómo limpiaba su cara para presentarse al mundo como que no los hermanos Castro no tenían nada que ver con el narcotráfico. Para la acusación utilizo al consejo de estado pleno, que llenos de miedo, condenaron a muerte a los acusados. Después premio al fiscal acusadora, ave rapaz devoradora, con un cargo en el congreso, hasta que años después termino excusándose de la vida pública, al parecer arrepentido de como lo habían usado.
Castro absorbía la energía vital de sus subalternos como un vampiro legendario que toma la sangre de sus víctimas y después, cuando le habían servido fielmente por un tiempo, los decapitaba y los enviaba a un lugar lejano de la isla, ya sin paz ni orgullo de hombre, cabeza gacha y silenciados para siempre.
Esta tarde iba hacia el laboratorio del Hospital a buscar un análisis de Glicemia-Hemoglobina por mi diabetes insulina dependiente y de repente vi a un anciano con las facciones de Fidel, la barba canosa, el perfil gallego y de contra, una gorra verde olivo. Pensé que alucinaba en una demencia senil precoz o que era el fantasma de Fidel que me perseguía. Reaccioné y le grité para que todo el mundo lo oyera:
- ¿FIDEL CASTRO? ¡SOLAVAYA!
- No hay problema- contestó el anciano.
El anciano desapareció hacia una de las salas de internamiento.
ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
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SUNDAY, JUNE 3, 2018
#cuba THE NEW MAN, THE ANAL CLEANING AND THE GRAMMA NEWSPAPER One morning a large photo of Fidel Castro appeared attached to the entrance of one of the bathrooms. He had all the shit plastered on his face and no one wanted to get dirty removing it. There was a tremendous mess, speeches, threats, but everything stayed there. They couldn't handle hundreds of serious teenagers with their mouths tightly shut. That night they gave us fried fish.
THE NEW MAN, THE ANAL CLEANING AND THE GRAMMA NEWSPAPER.
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Orlando Vicente Álvarez
When we arrived at the Seventh Grade of Secondary, the Cuban Revolution had compulsorily instituted "The School to the Field" which was to spend 45 days, suspended the teaching work, in Agriculture.
We were simple teenagers from everywhere. They gave us a change of work clothes that included tennis shoes, trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, all of a rough but resistant fabric.
We girls and boys were most excited. It was the first time that we separated for so long and we freed ourselves from the tutelage of our parents. The enthusiasm was contagious.
We did not know that we were part of a plan created by Che Guevara to form what he called "the new man": obedient traitor to every order, revolutionary in every way and ideologically formed in Marxism-Leninism. In addition to separating ourselves from the generation and values of our parents, who in their immense majority were traditional bourgeois even if they were peasants of African descent and poor Galicians.
I remember it was in December. The main time for Catholics and that was already diluting the customs of Christmas and Christmas Eve and the cerebration of a new year.
All good until then. After the first days of work on a state farm far away from the city so that most of our parents did not come to see us, the hunger began and as we had to pick tomatoes we took a bag of salt to the field and we were fed up with them until we were satiated and lunch time arrives.
But the big problem was the toilets that they had prepared. They were holes in the concrete with two bricks on each side to put the feet and defecate in crouches. We called them "take aim" because you had to hit the small hole accurately.
The toilet paper that we brought from home was soon over and we had to use the GRAMMA newspaper that was not lacking. But you had to moisten it a bit earlier because it scraped the rear and then we left with the ass inked black. The holes had no wall in front so everyone who passed saw us in that very private act. The same would be with girls.
In the afternoon bath time was an agony because we had to stand in line to load a bucket with cold water - and it was cold in December - and bathe in a row inside four walls. We had to scrub our asses well with washing soap to remove the inking. For boys there were no problems in walking naked. But for the girls I do not know how they managed.
One morning a large photo of Fidel Castro appeared stuck to the entrance of one of the bathrooms. A whole peace of shit was plastered on his face and no one wanted to get dirty by removing it. There was a tremendous mess, speeches, threats but everyone was in silent. They could not with hundreds of serious teenagers and with their mouths tightly closed.
That night they gave us fried fish.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
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Orlando Vicente Álvarez
When we arrived at the Seventh Grade of Secondary, the Cuban Revolution had compulsorily instituted "The School to the Field" which was to spend 45 days, suspended the teaching work, in Agriculture.
We were simple teenagers from everywhere. They gave us a change of work clothes that included tennis shoes, trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, all of a rough but resistant fabric.
We girls and boys were most excited. It was the first time that we separated for so long and we freed ourselves from the tutelage of our parents. The enthusiasm was contagious.
We did not know that we were part of a plan created by Che Guevara to form what he called "the new man": obedient traitor to every order, revolutionary in every way and ideologically formed in Marxism-Leninism. In addition to separating ourselves from the generation and values of our parents, who in their immense majority were traditional bourgeois even if they were peasants of African descent and poor Galicians.
I remember it was in December. The main time for Catholics and that was already diluting the customs of Christmas and Christmas Eve and the cerebration of a new year.
All good until then. After the first days of work on a state farm far away from the city so that most of our parents did not come to see us, the hunger began and as we had to pick tomatoes we took a bag of salt to the field and we were fed up with them until we were satiated and lunch time arrives.
But the big problem was the toilets that they had prepared. They were holes in the concrete with two bricks on each side to put the feet and defecate in crouches. We called them "take aim" because you had to hit the small hole accurately.
The toilet paper that we brought from home was soon over and we had to use the GRAMMA newspaper that was not lacking. But you had to moisten it a bit earlier because it scraped the rear and then we left with the ass inked black. The holes had no wall in front so everyone who passed saw us in that very private act. The same would be with girls.
In the afternoon bath time was an agony because we had to stand in line to load a bucket with cold water - and it was cold in December - and bathe in a row inside four walls. We had to scrub our asses well with washing soap to remove the inking. For boys there were no problems in walking naked. But for the girls I do not know how they managed.
One morning a large photo of Fidel Castro appeared stuck to the entrance of one of the bathrooms. A whole peace of shit was plastered on his face and no one wanted to get dirty by removing it. There was a tremendous mess, speeches, threats but everyone was in silent. They could not with hundreds of serious teenagers and with their mouths tightly closed.
That night they gave us fried fish.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
#cuba EL HOMBRE NUEVO, HIGIENE ANAL Y EL PERÍODICO GRAMMA
Cuando llegamos al Séptimo Grado de Secundaria la Revolución cubana había instituido de forma obligatoria “La Escuela al Campo” que era pasar 45 días, suspendidas las labores docentes, en la Agricultura.
Éramos unos simples adolescentes venidos de todas partes. Nos entregaban una muda de ropa de trabajo que incluía zapatos tenis, pantalón y una camisa de mangas largas, todo de una tela burda pero resistente.
Nosotros las chicas y chicos de lo más entusiasmados. Era la primera vez que nos separábamos por tanto tiempo y nos liberábamos de la tutela de nuestros padres. El entusiasmo era contagioso.
No sabíamos que éramos parte de un plan creado por el Che Guevara para formar lo que él llamaba “el hombre nuevo”: trabador obediente a toda orden, revolucionario a toda prueba e ideológicamente formado en el Marxismo-Leninismo. Además de ir separándonos de la generación y los valores de nuestros padres que en su inmensa mayoría era tradicional burguesa aunque fueran campesinos descendientes de africanos y gallegos pobres.
Recuerdo que fue en Diciembre. La época principal para los católicos y que ya se iba diluyendo las costumbres de Navidad y de Noche Buena y la cerebración de un nuevo año.
Todo bien hasta entonces. Transcurrido los primeros días de trabajo en una granja estatal bien lejos de la ciudad para que la mayoría de nuestros padres no fuera a vernos, empezó el hambre y como teníamos que recoger tomates nos llevábamos hacia el campo una bolsita con sal y nos hartábamos de la vianda hasta quedar saciados y llegara la hora del almuerzo.
Pero el gran problema eran los inodoros que nos habían preparados. Eran unos huecos en el cemento con dos ladrillos a cada lado para poner los pies y defecar en cuclillas. Nosotros les llamábamos “coge puntería” porque había que acertar el pequeño orificio con precisión.
El papel higiénico que trajimos de casa se nos acabó pronto y tuvimos que usar el diario GRAMMA que no faltaba. Pero había que humedecerlo un poco antes pues raspaba el trasero y después salíamos con el culo entintado de negro. Los huecos no tenían pared al frente así que todo el que pasaba nos veía en ese acto tan privado. Lo mismo sería con las chicas.
En la tarde la hora del baño era una agonía pues teníamos que hacer cola para cargar un balde con agua fría- y hacia frio en Diciembre- y bañarse en fila dentro de cuatro paredes. Teníamos que restregarnos bien el culo con jabón de lavar para quitar el entintado. Para los varones no había problemas en andar desnudos. Pero para las chicas no sé cómo se las ingeniaban.
Una madrugada apareció una foto amplia de Fidel Castro pegada a la entrada de unos de los baños. Tenía emplastada toda una caca de mierda en la cara y nadie quería ensuciarse al quitarla. Se formó un lio tremendo, discursos, amenazas pero todo quedó ahí. No podían con cientos de adolescentes serios y con la boca herméticamente cerrada.
Esa noche nos dieron pescado frito.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAYO,GENIO
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAYO,GENIO