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They say that a Traveler Caracas came a day after dark, without shaking the dust of the road, asked where they ate or slept, but how it was going to where the statue of Bolivar, and have the traveler, only the tall trees smelling of the square, crying in front of the statue seemed to be moved, as a parent when a child is approached. The traveler did well, as all Americans should want to Bolivar as a father. A Bolivar, and all those who fought like him, because America was the American man. To all: the famous hero and the last soldier, who is an unsung hero. So beautiful body become men who compete to see his country free. Freedom is the right of every man to be honest, to think and speak without hypocrisy. In America one could not be honest, neither think nor talk. A man who hides what he thinks or does not dare to say what he thinks is an honest man. A man who obeys a bad government, not working for that government is good, not an honest man. A man who is content to obey unjust laws, and allow walked the country of his birth, men who abuse it is not an honest man. The child, since he can think, should think about what he sees, should suffer for all those who can not live with honesty, should work because they can be honored all men, and should be an honest man. The child who does not think of what happens around him and is content to live, not knowing whether he lives honestly is like a man who lives the work of a rogue and is on track to be rogue. Some men are worse than beasts, because the animals need to be free to live in blissful, the elephant want to have children when they live in prison, the flame of Peru is cast into the earth and dies, when the Indian speaks rudely or puts more load than it can bear. The man must be at least as decent as the flame and the elephant. In America they lived before freedom, as the flame that is busy on top. It was necessary to remove the cargo, or die.

There are men who live contented even if they live without decorum. There are others who suffer as if in agony when they see people living without decorum around her. The world must be a certain amount of decorum, and must have a certain amount of light. When there are many men without decorum, there are always others who themselves possess the decorum of many men. Those are the ones who rebel with terrible strength against those who rob nations of their liberty, which is to rob men of their decorum. In those men are thousands of men, a whole people, human dignity. These men are sacred. These three men are sacred Bolivar, Venezuela, St. Martin, the Rio de la Plata, Hidalgo, Mexico. They should forgive your mistakes, because the good they did was more than their failures. Men can not be more perfect than the sun. The sun burns with the same light heating. The sun has spots. The ungrateful speak only of the spots. The grateful speak of light.


Bolívar was small of body. His eyes flashed and the words came out of his mouth. Seemed like he was always waiting when riding. It was his country, his country was heavy underdog in the heart and not let him live in peace. The whole of America was like waking up. A man just is not worth any more than an entire people, but there are men who do not get tired, when his people were tired, and to decide the war before the people, because they have to consult anyone but themselves , and peoples have many men and can not be found soon. That was the merit of Bolivar, who never tired fight for freedom in Venezuela, when it seemed that Venezuela is tired. They had defeated the English, had thrown the country. He went to an island to see their land nearby, to think on their land. A generous black helped him when he no longer wanted to help anyone. Became a day to fight with three hundred heroes, three hundred liberators. Venezuela freed. Liberated New Granada. Freed to Ecuador. Freed in Peru. He founded a new nation, the nation of Bolivia. Sublime won battles with soldiers barefoot and half naked. Everything shook and filled with light around it. The generals fought at his side with supernatural value. It was an army youth. Never fought thus, neither is best in the world fought for freedom. Bolivar defended the right to fire both men govern themselves, as the right of America to be free. The envious exaggerated his faults. Bolivar died of heart though, rather than wrong body in a English house in Santa Marta. He died poor, leaving a family of peoples.

Mexico had brave men and women who were not many, but many were worth, half a dozen men and a woman preparing to open the way home. Were a few brave young men, the husband of a liberal woman and a village priest who loved the Indians, a priest for sixty years. Since child was the priest Hidalgo in the race good, of those who want to know. Those who do not want to know are bad race. Hidalgo spoke French, which was then a matter of merit, because they knew little. Read the books of the eighteenth century philosophers, who explained the right of men to be honest, and think and speak without hypocrisy. He saw the black slaves, and was filled with horror. Saw mistreating the Indians, who are so gentle and generous, and sat between them like an older brother to teach fine arts, the native learns well: the music that comforts silkworm rearing, which gives the silk; breeding Bee, which gives the honey. Had fire on each other, and liked making: creating bricks kilns. Saw him look a lot, from time to time, green eyes. Everyone said he spoke very well, I knew a lot again, which gave much alms to the priest of the village of Dolores. They said they went to the city of Queretaro once in a while, talk to a few brave and the husband of a good woman. A traitor told a English commander that Queretaro's friends tried to make Mexico free.

The priest rode with all his people who loved him like his heart he was joining the overseers and servants of estates, which were the cavalry, the Indians were on foot, with clubs and slings and arrows or spears. He joined a regiment and took a convoy of powder that was for the English. Celaya entered in triumph, with music and cheers. The next day joined the City Council did so general and a village began to be born. The fabricated spears and hand grenades. He said giving speeches heat and sparking, as I said a corporal of the estates. He declared free blacks. The returned their land to the Indians. He published a newspaper called "The American Clock." Won and lost battles. One day he gathered seven thousand Indians with arrows and the next day left him alone. Poor people want to go with him to rob the people and to take revenge on the English. He will warn that if the English leaders prevailed in the battle that would give you would receive at home as friends. That's be great! He dared to be magnanimous without fear that the soldiers left it, I wanted it to be cruel. Teammate Allende was jealous of him, and he took over from Allende. Iban together seeking refuge in the English defeat when they fell over. A Hidalgo took away one by one to offend, dresses as a priest. They pulled him behind a wall and shot him to death shots to the head. Living fell, scrambled in the blood and into the ground as eventually killed. They cut off his head and hung in a cage at the Corn Exchange itself Granaditas, where he had his government. Headless bodies were buried. But Mexico is free.

San Martín was the liberator of the South, the father of Argentina, the father of Chile. His parents were English, and he was sent to Spain to be the king's military. When Napoleon entered Spain with his army to take away the freedom of English, the English all fought against Napoleon fought the old, women, children, a brave boy, a catalancito, drove away one night a company, firing shots and more shots from the corner of the mountain, the child was found dead, dead of hunger and cold, but on his face like a light, and smiled, as if pleased. San Martín fought very well in the battle of Bailen, and he became lieutenant colonel. He spoke little and seemed made of steel looked like an eagle, no one disobeyed, his horse was up and down the field of battle, as lightning in the air. As he knew that America was fighting to be free, came to America, what mattered to him losing his career if he would do his duty? He arrived in Buenos Aires said no speeches, raised a squadron of cavalry San Lorenzo was his first battle, sword in hand, San Martin was behind the English, who came very safe, drumming, and they ran out drum, without guns and without a flag. On the other peoples of the English were conquering America: Bolivar had thrown the cruel Morillo Venezuela; Hidalgo was dead, O 'Higgins fled from Chile, but where San Martin was America remained free. There are men so they can not see slavery. San Martin could not, and went to liberate Chile and Peru. In eighteen days with his army crossed the towering Andes and cold. Iban men as heaven, hungry, thirsty; below, far below, the trees looked like grass, streams roared like lions. San Martin is the English army and melts in the battle of Chacabuco, defeats him forever in the Battle of Maipú. Liberta Chile. Ships with his troops, and will liberate Peru. But in Peru was Bolivar and San Martin gave him the glory. It was sad to Europe and died in the arms of his daughter Mercedes. He wrote his will on a sheet of paper, as if it were part of a battle. Had given him the banner the conquistador Pizarro brought four centuries ago, and he gave the standard in the will to Peru.

A sculptor is admirable, because figure out a rough stone, but those men who are like people more than men. Sometimes I wished that they should not want, but what a child will not forgive your father? The heart is full of tenderness at the thought of those gigantic founders. These are heroes who fight to make a free people, or those suffering in poverty and disgrace to defend a great truth. Those who fight for their ambition and make slaves of other peoples, to have more control, for taking their land to other people are not heroes but criminals.

JOSE MARTI