Where is the love they talk about so much? It is in the smallest cell, in the secret that is hidden at the bottom of the sea, in the flower that perfumes the lover’s hand, in the smell of fresh ink when writing a letter from the battlefield.

So many stories live in our DNA that sometimes we do not know how much we have inherited from illustrious figures of our Camagüey. Of them we know of value, dedication, tactics; but of love, what do we know?

With love one suffers, but it is built, footprints are left, angels are made that endure.

Amalia Simoni and Ignacio Agramonte were beacons of immortal love. They showed that that passion that united them in life would never lack a dose of tenderness, even after death.

Love letters turned into a testament, tears for the enormous distance that separated hearts, but fruits of sacrifice for a people that regardless of the times continues to yearning for the idolatry that they professed.

Love accompanied the machete charges, shame, the future of an Island. Love is still alive in each palm, in each cobblestone, in the smile upon returning to your land. Love is the sip of light with which La Tula wrote her passionate poems.

Love lives in all ages. It owns the stories and heritage.

Translated by: Aileen Álvarez García