Apr, 2016.- In just hours it will be Saturday ' April 23, 2016 ', many will remember the terrible earthquake that hit the sister Republic of Ecuador, seven days will have gone by since the fateful and painful event.
Those in Cuba who have been aware of the events, get goose- bumps, sadness takes over their heart, pain is multiplied as they watch the videos, or images showing the magnitude of the earthquake.
Destroyed cities, desperate people, cries, tears and screams are heard everywhere, mourning opens its mantle, however, not even the immense suffering has prevented small, calloused, sister, black, white hands from searching for survivors. No break, hope clings to prove that there is always that breath of light that gives life to the body, to believe in the impossible.
The voice of solidarity is strengthened on a land that nature was determined to destroy. Tents, makeshift beds, camps out in the open can be seen in a nation that between despair and tragedy gets ready to rise from the ruins, the rubble, the disconsolate stillness.
The snapshots that today travel the world awaken the deepest of human feelings, there are no explanations, but many questions, there is no consolation, but many hands that from other parts of the world have embraced the call for help and support to Ecuadorians in need of strength to the inevitable surprise attack caused by mother nature.
There, in the country that fate intended to darken, a brigade of more than 50 specialized doctors and rescue workers of the largest island of the Antilles says Here we are! Count on us!
More than 500 dead and thousands injured and victims expose the severity of an event considered the most disastrous occurred in Ecuador in the last 70 years.
Rescue operation will continue until next week.
A tremor of 7.8 on the Richter scale shook furiously and mercilessly from south to north the coast of the Latin American country that now receives ships, helicopters, airplanes, groups and contingents from various parts of the world, willing to stand in the front row fearless of aftershocks, of what may arise, men and women that away from the homeland, friends and loved ones attest to their sensitivity and talent, while showing a passion for the profession, indeed, the same that encourages them to be where they are most useful.
On this day I think of a fragment of the poem by Antonio Guerrero, one of our five heroes, dated ' September 21, 1999':
“No se acabaron los sonetos sonidos/Mario llegó a mi puerta/y me tocó/el alma y el deseo del alma/la siguiente palabra adormecida/la verdad sin mentira/la virtud del honor/la huella de los sueños/la piel del corazón/la vida de la muerte/la fuerza del amor...”.