Forty years ago that we were the commander, forty years ago in Vallegrande died the greatest revolutionary of the twentieth century, years ago over the 4th man myth, forty years ago was the greatest favor to the left, in spite of thinking that would kill him to stop talking, all it did was inflame the people, the people that he is, with only one goal that utopia of freedom. The 4th years without Ernesto, 4th years without the Commander, 4th years without Fuser ... 40 years without a utopia of freedom personified ...
As a tribute today I started again to read his biography by Paco Ignacio Taibo. I've read the first 20 pages, tranquil leisurely, and now almost 3-4 years after I first read it to me very curious things with the great commander.
> He suffered asthma, and I still disagree with it chronically, I have severe bronchial problems throughout most of the year, to be more than my cough and my patent drowning.
> He lost several courses in elementary school unable to attend, as I do with my 5 th and 6 th grade.
> They even have some health problems in the sport we adolescence, the rugby and I basketball, certainly the best I.
> Trying not to make myself more, I always have taken more than the actual mental age, like him, and it has become apparent rebellion against the establishment, doors inward.
> Both have had the love of parents hard workers who have many ups and downs, but are evident in the struggle for freedom and for the love of a child.
> both to higher education have not been very studious, I hope to be from now on.
> Both had people under us, friendship and love, to a greater or lesser extent they stay there.
> Both books throw and information (in my internet time) to tell the story and characters of our news.
> Both had a turning point in the death of one of the most influential people in our lives, part of what it is today (in my case) and what was then (if any), the grandmother, the grandmother who has always been there, knowing and learning to love ... The decided to become a doctor, I decided to try to do something, now reaffirmed the death of my grandfather, nurse or physical therapist. Incredibly coinciding with the same cause of death of both grandmothers.
know this did not matter to anyone, and I know that some people hates him, but we must now 
honor, make him see where you are, that his effort and his death was not in vain. So I ask for respect for this post and in future I can do under the name "Journal of a revolution :..." It sounds stupid coming from a person of 19 years that even according to some, has no fixed idea, but at least has the spirit of the idea further.
" No nation in Latin America is weak, because it is part of a family of 200 million brothers, who suffer the same miseries, who harbor the same feelings, have the same enemy, dream all the same better destiny and have the solidarity of all honest men and women of the world .
This epic before us is going to write the hungry masses of Indians, of landless peasants, exploited workers, will be written by the progressive masses, the honest and brilliant intellectuals who abound in our suffering Latin America, mass struggle and ideas. An epic that will take forward our peoples, mistreated and scorned by imperialism. Our people unknown to date already beginning to shake off sleep.
We considered weak and submissive flock and is already beginning to scare the herd, flock giant 200 million Latin Americans in the warning and its U.S. monopoly capital gravediggers. The time of your claim, the time that she has chosen are accurately pointing from one end to another of the continent.
Now this anonymous mass, this America of color, somber, taciturn that sings across the continent with the same sadness and disillusionment, now this mass is beginning to enter definitively into its own history, is beginning to write with his blood, is beginning to suffer and die because now through the fields and mountains of America, on the slopes of its mountains, its plains and forests, and solitude or traffic of cities in the coasts of the great oceans and rivers, it starts to shake this world full of hearts with their fists hot desire to die for theirs, to conquer their rights.
Almost 500 years mocked by some and for others, now, history will have to count America's poor, the exploited and spurned of Latin America who have decided to start writing their own history forever . And are seen on the roads day after day, walk-up without end for hundreds of miles to reach the Olympos rulers to obtain their rights. Already they see armed with stones, sticks, machetes, on one side and another occupying the land every day, grounding hooks into the land that it owns and defending it with his life.
You see them carrying signs, flags, slogans making their run in the wind, through the mountains or along the plains. And the wave of anger, demanded justice, law trampled that begins to sweep the lands of Latin America, that wave and did not stop again, this wave will grow each day that passes, because that wave is composed of the most. ........., the majority in all respects, their work accumulating wealth, create the values, turns the wheels of history and now awakening from the long, brutalizing sleep to which they were subjected.
You see them carrying signs, flags, slogans making their run in the wind, through the mountains or along the plains. And the wave of anger, demanded justice, law trampled that begins to sweep the lands of Latin America, that wave and did not stop again, this wave will grow each day that passes, because that wave is composed of the most. ........., the majority in all aspects, which work accumulate wealth, create the values, turns the wheels of history and that now awake the long, brutalizing sleep to which they were subjected. "
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