If I don't write these words
i would be denying myself and my story. I don't personally know any of the San Isidro boys, but that's not what matters today. Any human being who is willing to die for a cause, whatever, deserves to be heard with respect.
I'm human, don't ask me to look away then. I will not be complicit in the silence of the choir.
I see with great sadness and shame where we have come to. What happened to us?
Over the lines of my songs travel many invisible wounds. Several decades ago, when those San Isidro boys were just children or unborn, my songs and I were already going through something like this. They also wanted to turn me off, delete me, marginalize me, censor me and, like a large part of my generation that didn't stand the pressure, invite me to leave Cuba. The amazing thing is that many of those who from the same power accused and pursued me, finally ended up getting out of here. And then? I never accused anyone of a mercenary for leaving, for betraying what they allegedly defended. Just kept being me, ′′ sitting in the neighborhood contag ", doing my work.
You can't go around claiming that Cubans are the bravest, ′′ the new and supportive man ", the model human being who dreams and wants a better world, if first we don't dream and fight to have a better country. A country that truly includes us all, wherever you are, think as you think. It's time to sit down and dialogue and listen, because everyone, live where we live, think as we think, we remain part of this
nation. San Isidro are part of this country too. Have ideological differences, generate change, think different paths
to build a country's polyphony of voices, it's legit and healthy. That shouldn't be decided, nor limited, much less regulated by a government in the name of one ideology. By what right can someone decide who is an artist and who is not? Who is Cuban and who is not?
Being critical in the society in which one lives has to be an untouchable right. If everyone who has critical, opposite and different ideas threatens, assaults, censors, regulates and locks up, then
we will end up prisoners of conscience many millions of people.
Just because a people are silent doesn't mean they don't think.
You can no longer cut the wings of freedom of expression, freedom of thought and individual freedom that is in the
st century, a fundamental right of every human being.
That's not the Cuba I dreamed of.
Everything that is happening may become conflicting
with the poster and slogan of ′′ Cuba Salva ".
Acts of repudiation between Cubans, men and women insulting, beating and insulting should never have happened. These infamous gestures will remain a national shame. Acts of repudiation must stop once and for all. That bigotry to it
different, that fear of debate, the alternative and opposite we have inoculated in our blood and it is a real stain on our identity. Thousands of Cubans who participated in the acts of repudiation of the eighties and nineties now live far from this island. Some muddy with shame, many today think differently, but know there is only one guilty: fear. Fear can move masses, just follow the history of mankind closely.
Whatever happens in Cuba and Cubans wherever they are hurts me, hurts and hurts me.
Like I've said before, I don't know the San Isidro boys, but that's not what matters today. Them
they are also young and rebellious in their own way and if they are now going on a hunger strike to defend their right to think differently and express it freely you must listen to them.
It's time to sit down and dialogue.
Is that so hard? Were the monologues so long that we forgot to listen?
They are defending their rights which are also those of many who are hiding behind silence today. Same rights I've fought for for for 35 years writing songs; the right to think and express myself freely.
Is that even a crime?
Will we have to delete the word DIALOGO from the Cubanism dictionary at once?
If I don't write these words
i would be denying my need to defend and bet on dialogue as the best way to fight violence.
Surrounded by threats and guesses, good part of my songs were born, in the heat of censorship and silence of others.
When will the grandchildren of Guillermo Tell be heard?
Now they have the floor.