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Sung by Luciano Pavarotti, Celia Cruz & Jarabe De Palo.
when I read the verses of this song,it reminds me of the man my father was.
In particular some of the lyrics in the verses below:
Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crece la palma-
I am a honest man from where the palm grows
Cultivo una rosa blanca en julio como en enero, para el amigo sincero que me da su mano franca.-
I cultivate a white rose in July and in January,for my sincere friend who gives me a generous hand
Con los pobres de la tierra quiero yo mi suerte echar.
El arroyo de la sierra me complace más que el mar. With the poor folk of the land, I want to cast my lot.
The mountain stream pleases me more than the sea.
Guantanamera"Use google for theLyrics of the song in Spanish and English
In honor of Pototo, my Cuban Investigator and his wife Milagros,
Family, Pequeno, his friend, and EUSEBIA. Without Eusebia
I would not have been able to vindicate my Father. Also to those people in Cuba who
welcomed my Father in Cuba, I dedicate this Exile Page.
This page is now under construction
Readers, is a great pleasure to introduce you to the wonderful person you see in the pictures below, her name is EUSEBIA. I always wondered if there was someone alive where my Father had the "retreat", where I spent from age 6 to 9 recovering from the induced illness you read in the About Me Page. Is always hard to praise Eusebia, because no matter how much praise I can give, is never enough in my eyes.
Eusebia represents to me "truth", the truth I was searching for so many years. Eusebia verified all the events I remember from that time. Pototo, the investigator, and his wife, gave me much support and relentlessly sought the information I wanted. See photos below
Pototo was surprised by my recollection and clear descriptions of places where I had been, He found them all. Many things have changed where my Father's place was, the places you see below still exists, places where I lived. Pototo interviewed Eusebia twice and you can see Eusebia with them.
Eusebia remembered my Mother well, and described Mother exactly as she was at that time and even some phrases Mother used that only I could identify. It was the same about my Father, except Eusebia described my Father's many kindnesses towards her and her brother, who helped my Father when Father was very sick
. I like the World to know that this sweet lady had many fond memories of my Father, one of the many is: when her son died my Father gathered flowers from his property and made for Eusebia perfume, brought her cheese and consoled her in her loss. (to be continued).
