Fidel Castro was born on August 13, 1926.

Birán is once again a word repeated, consecrated, and praised beyond an island and a myth. "13" is not a fateful number, even if it falls on a Tuesday and it is August. The thirteenth day of the eighth month is light in many latitudes of the world and for millions of people. Inside, //"our hearts beat outside"// and //"the wounds that do not heal return//."

It is not the same since November 25, 2016, even if the neighborhoods are flooded with events and tributes. The omen of "all the time of the cedars" and the infinite song //"the grateful accompany you"//and that square where //"Camilo and Martí were seen riding //and in front of the caravan, slowly without a rider// a horse for you//."

This Sunday you would have been 97 years old. Once again, your name is pressed into the ideas that do not die // "because we have learned to know that you are eternal"//"and your people, even if it hurts//do not want to fire you//."

It is the projected dimension of the example and that very clear and recognized virtue of never giving up on a sovereign and socialist Cuba. Or that of giving hope //"to a desperate crowd//of heroes with winged backs//." Or to bring back the memory and the reasons for how much you have done for the homeland and the world. Read them again. Find yourself in the noblest projects or the most ambitious plans. Mount inside, the countryside, the hills, the city.

Your birthday, Fidel, undefeated Commander, eternal leader, will never expire, because //"not even death believes that it has taken hold of you//." This map of footprints, soldiers' boots, and stampedes is too beautiful. Infinitely, your voice is reborn through the mountains, it runs fast over our America, and it throbs in the weeping of the black continent...

Nothing is the same anymore. Your flesh is not there to be embraced. But...//"There is no room for more steeds coming from another end"//and in front of the caravan//slowly without a rider//a horse for you"// Those shining lights, those, will always be the blessed curses of a day 13 //"that met here//."