To you, dear visitor, who came to this blog by accident or on purpose, invited by Yoani or fulfilling orders from above. You’ve spent some of your precious time to come up here and leave a comment, a counsel, some words of encouragement. I want to tell you that I have not thought about abandoning the blog, at least not seriously. The idea appears, as a rhetorical question, in a text sent to a meeting of Islander bloggers. From that meeting to exchange experiences, now about to be finished, we will have news soon. I promise, moreover, to publish a version adapted for the blog.
I humbly ask that you have patience. I can’t post more often, for obvious reasons. If you think that I sometimes digress (meaning that I speak foolishness), that I waste time commenting on songs or movies with all the many problems we have, I ask you to understand. I am a guajiro with the soul of an artist, and I have a highly variable muse. As one of my favorite poets, the Habanero Juan Carlos Flores says: “Dream, when the reality tires us, return to reality when the dream tires us./ To be Ulysses, where no one waits for you.”
Be aware that I don’t do well with the faithful-reflection-of-the-hard-reality journalistic style. I invite you to check it, analyzing the first published texts. Besides, we already have good journalists, inside and outside the country. Neither expect a constant denunciation of the atrocities and violations committed by our rulers to the detriment of the rights and freedoms rightfully ours as human beings and as citizens of a supposedly modern state. In every corner of the archipelago there is an independent journalist, an activist who does his job and signs his name, showing his face every day, exposing himself to the loss of that little freedom that has been won at the cost of great sacrifice. I, hidden behind a colorful mask, compared to him, I am nothing and deserve nothing.
To you, who add up your years of exile and nostalgia and come looking for a moment that will help you to live. Don’t judge us harshly if we fail to act as you think we should. We are as you see us. We are the result of a system that tried to put us all in the same mold, and through rebellions small and large we have not allowed ourselves to be molded. Each one with his history, his disappointment and his fracture. As hard as they have tried, they have not managed to make me see you as an enemy or a traitor. I know you are welcome.
If these texts that I publish seem long, it’s because I don’t have the time or the neurons to make them shorter. Like many things in my country, I am expansive, almost extravagant by nature. We would all like to write like Yoani, but fortunately we cannot be Yoani. She is unique. Though it would be good if many were like her. That gesture of asking her many readers to come and give me support says a lot about her human feelings. To her, I send my utmost gratitude.
To everyone, again, thank you very much. And we shall see…