CAMAGÜEY. – To live a second life would look like an absurdity that escapes the limits of the reality, but there are men of flesh and bone that have done it. One of them, our National Hero José Martí Pérez. He was born on January 28, 1853 in Paula Street and died fighting in Dos Ríos (Two Rivers) on May 19, 1895. When his body fell down of the horse, he resuscitated mixed with the water, the wind and the people of his ground.

That May 19, in spite of the tears of Cuba, the hero was re-arising pure as a white rose. While the soil was leaking the blood of the intellectual, his soul was traveling there where it would be more useful, without finding in the time an obstacle.

Through La Edad de Oro (The Golden Age), El Maestro (The Master) always remains along with the children. With it, he loves, entertains and teaches. Without curtailing words, he demonstrates between lines his visionary's charisma and how much can be done for the future of humanity saving from the ignorance the youngest. He knows that they are a sap for the Homeland, and the Homeland is the essential content of the spirit.

He seems immobile on the wall, in a frame. However, sometimes, he grabs hardly the pen and composes us, again, in another of his articles. He re-discovers the Cuban and the Latin American of the present and he puts a final point to a new Nuestra America or Madre America. Meanwhile, from some classroom, a pioneer imagines him. And the child draws him. Nothing complex. Simple. Full of asymmetric lines. Stopped to his right hand. Alive.

Martí thinks … he avoids to rest. He walks with the shabby clothes, but not as they found him in Remanganagua, but as when he was looking, untiringly, for the way of seeing his country freed.

The darkness craves him and on his shoulders he feels the respiration of an major enemy than the old Spanish metropolis: that of the “giant of seven leagues”. Far from remaining intimidated, he looks up, compares, measures and outlines the same smile of the photo in which he appears along with his son.

Then, his ideas attack and do not stop because they fight against the injustices of an empire, its expansionist intentions, so that “they do not fall down, with that force more, on our grounds of America”.

One of his virtues has been to demonstrate that the history of David's victory over Goliath is possible and this premise, as the pollen that fertilizes the flowers, has expanded up to the oppressed nations. He does not refer only to Cuba, does not emphasize in Latin America. He wants the glory, the worth one, the most universal of the Cuban, distributed between the just men of the Earth.

From the heights, he comes closer to our ears and threatens to the auto-examination, to the evaluation of the errors of a rational way, because he recognizes in the stumbles, a source of education, a route to fulfill dreams. Like that, he did it, he assumed the experiences of the defeats and, then, he prepared the generations of Cuban for a definitive, necessary war.

Without anything that to be afraid, he makes himself comfortable in his seat and appreciates the movie José Martí: the eye of the canary. He observes his Way of the Cross. Reflective he looks at the linen in which Carlos Enríquez immortalizes him and, diluted in the transparences, he discovers the motives of the painter.

The readings of Cintio Vitier, Lezama Lima and Raúl Roa absorb the Apostle. He learns of himself and, in the process, perhaps he thinks about his condition, of man - history, never ephemeral.

The death is not dark when a person has done good in his life. That's why, our Martí bet for dedicating his work to a better humanity, that's why the sun stopped in his face and marked the beginning of his second stay in the world, among us, and this time for the eternity.

Translated by Linet Acuña Quilez