21 October 2017

Irma touched with its destructive arm to the majestic vigilant of plume Coronado. Its cruelty fell with hatred on an unmistakable symbol of this small island of giants. Because of having short and fine roots, the winds laid down without much effort the owner of our fields. But the terrible hurricane neglected a detail in its wrecking plan; not by choice this goddess of maternal breast was born in the bosom of our Cuban identity, she knows how to be transformed into wheat and heart.