There is no generational opposition in the incessant trajectory of a revolution because the child martyr Paquito González and the ashes of young Mella left their stamp and they germinate in universal soil.

There always be an after and a before, interpretive contradictions will arise, but nobody can deny that the youth in every time weaves its wishes with its own lives infused of boiling blood and calmed ideas of those that cleared improbable obstacles with equal impetus.

Young people were Bolivar and Martí, Fidel and Chávez, who in different epochs acted and still have much to teach and to do beyond the Río Bravo and the Patagonia, or the immense Amazon that joins with renewed waters the south so that the fire of the wars never prospers in this area of peace where the infantile games are in danger, and only the unit will prevent “the America to be filled with misery on behalf of the freedom”.

April is a month of victories in and outside the borders: there will be the Summit and there will prevail the young word of today and of tomorrow in the agglutinant verb of Martí, whose pen will join signatures to silence the weapon of the colonial pretext against Venezuela, while the Cuban ballot boxes will be filled with fresh continuity democratic and, without disrespecting an apex the principle of the reciprocal differences in the conversations between this tiny island nation and the US empire, the Cuban will defend the future of children, adolescents, of the youth and of the ancient generations providers of the happiness and the safety that blooms every dawn of our days.

Translated by BA in English Language, Manuel Barrera Téllez

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