Letters to the tyrant of the Caribbean

I thought I'd share with you all a letter I just had to type for a woman who had something to tell fidel castro. In Spanish first, with translation below:

fidel,

Te escribe una cubana que lleva 45 años en este pais cualquier igual que fuera mi segunda patria. Mi verdadera patria es Cuba y la llevo en el corazon. A ti te debo el haberme criado fuera de mi pais, alejada de mi familia. Tengo dos hermanos a los cuales nunca he vuelto a ver. Y sabes por que? Ellos se equivocaron y pensaron que lo de Cuba era bueno. Mis padres tubieron vision y me sacaron siendo niña. Y sabes por que no he vuelto por que no te voy a llevar dinero, ni confio en tu palabra, por respeto a mis padres ya muerto sin poder volver a ver a sus hijos o sus nietos. Pero no importa, fidel, yo tengo buen corazon. El que tu no tuvistes y no tendras nunca. Que Dios te perdone y te tenga compasion por no eres nada mas que un infeliz, lleno de soberbia.

Una Cubana que no pierde las esperanza de volver a una Cuba Libre.

In English:

fidel,

This letter is from a cuban woman who has lived 45 years in this country like in any other. My real counry is Cuba and I carry her in my heart. I owe you for the fact of having been raised outside of my country and away from my family. I have two brothers whom I've never seen again. Do you know why? Because they were wrong, they thought your Cuba was something good. My parents had the foresight of exiling and taking me with them when I was a child. And do you know why I havent returned? Because I will not give you money, because I do not believe your words, and out of respect for my parents who died without ever seeing their sons again or ever meeting their grandchildren. But it doesn't mater, fidel, I have a good heart. The heart you never had and never will. May God forgive you and show mercy towards you as you are nothing but a decrepit human being full of sorrow.

From a Cuban woman who will never lose the hope of returning to a free Cuba.

I could barely see the keyboard through the tears.

Posted by Val Prieto at May 20, 2006 12:04 PM