He was just a fragile and beloved baby, 85 years ago, but he learned from his parents to see life with the eyes of the soul, he knew since then that he was born in a land of men and women of regal nature and a great definition for noble causes, where mortals are not 
flinched or surrendered because the country is in mourning and the blood of its children runs outraged and innocent.
Perhaps because of his childhood of early and bare fragrance he learned in his youth that those who marched to the vanguard set the example, guided his partisans and put before them the possibility of remaining useful to themselves and the ideas they safeguard.
That was what Camilo did, he was a knight of the dawn, one of the greatest lords, a gentle man of the hard pursuits, a fence of hope, a daring combatant who played all by the venerable life of Cuba, by his troop of almost childlike guerrillas, determined to reverse the destiny of the nation, tainted and beloved.
All his life, his short and deep existence, was anointed with courage, humility, decorum, his love for the bride, the mother, the withered earth, his faith in Fidel, his kindness and his way of swindling with all, the most serious, the most sensitive, the most responsible, gave him a unique style that nobody forgets, neither in the date of his life nor in his death.
His character made him extraordinary, he was the leader who never hesitated in his efforts that we Cubans were free or martyrs, and in line with his giant struggle here continues Cuba, altruistic and ready, Camilo goes with her, with 100 burning fighters, with his cheerful smile and with him go the dreams of the free homeland, which brought the Cuban Revolution to which the lord of the vanguard gave birth to glory: Camilo Cienfuegos.
