From delinquent to martyr

I have done an authentic containment effort not to go out of immediate way to be answered to the disqualifications cataract Cuba and his Revolution, which at the same time they have thrown the right, in all his declarations, from the most extreme to the most presentable and this left, somewhat with a complex, that it fills with attitudes buenistas, he claims an idyllic way towards the socialistic paradise, adorned with flowers in the hairs and the peace and love (despite the phonetic similarities it must not make a mistake with: tread on it!) in the lips. It is a question of a somewhat poetical left but of a poetry that I, for useless, for ineffective, for counter-productive, am not interested in by no means. They are always present in me, very present the poems of the communist poet Gabriel Celaya
I curse the poetry conceived like a cultural luxury by the neutral ones!
I curse the poetry of the one who does not take Divided!
Party up to getting dirty!
Since also I bear in mind the song of, I believe that Silvio Rodríguez
I do not live in a perfect society
I do not want that of this name
I am sorry profundísimamente about the death of Orlando Zapata, as he would be sorry about that of any human being, of any human being although it is a question of a common criminal and not of a combatant of the freedom, as acertadísimamente points out Álvaro Villar
Cuba receives, from this left guay that, frankly already it begins infecting with the plague, an unjust treatment. There are thousands of dead persons in the jails of the entire world, and nobody says anything. Nevertheless in Cuba any delinquent, has done what it has done, it does not matter, he is a conscience prisoner. That the right uses these tricks it enters the logic, which an ostensible left does the wave to him, begins me to provoke an interior debate, and I will have to solve it. Meanwhile my solidarity and commitment with Cuba and his Revolution (that in abundance that is not perfect) is entire.
Probably if one detains a maltratador or a rapist, and the fact happens in Havana or Santiago, for some it would be a question of a political pursuit.