The pain that angels can't heal

HAVANA, Cuba, January 15 (ACN) The funeral procession moves along the wide Rancho Boyeros Avenue, and people have been waiting since before dawn. "We have to go!" said a neighbor, "Those men are giants!"

Since the news of the fateful January 3rd arrived in Cuba, when the Americans stormed into Caracas without permission or moral justification, tears have mingled with fury, pain, and honor for the 32 Cubans who displayed more than just courage in the face of the attack.

The funeral procession moves forward, and those who gathered to see it past in silence clench their fists, their eyes clouded as a response that needs no banner and crosses the sea like the cry of the guerrilla in the sugarcane fields of Alegría de Pío.

The pain grows and multiplies, Fidel said at that massive rally when terrorism murdered 73 human beings on the Cubana flight off the coast of Barbados, the same terrorism that in the 21st century has taken the lives of 32 sons, fathers, brothers, friends...

Dawn found the people of Havana on Rancho Boyeros Avenue because 32 courageous Cubans fought hard, and the homeland receives them with honor and glory.

The funeral procession moves forward as flags unfurl in a stifled cry, a cry for peace that is also a message of alert: here are men and women with their eyes wide open and their backpacks ready by the door, even if they invoke the poet and if not even the angles can heal this pain.