It’s tough right now, having to deal with the government and the rest of these conservatives. All they want to do is contain the status quo. I cannot stand this anymore as I am trying really hard to raise my family with my own business. The “Grito de Lares” really motivated me into something I want the future of this country to achieve. I hope my children have the same vision that I have for this country. The only thing that I wish is that they can liberate this country, something my generation couldn’t do. I was there at the 23rd of September. Due to inconveniences, the revolution was accelerated by 6 days and they called everyone to meet in Lares. Rojas spoke to us all telling us it is important we raise our arms today, in the present so that in the future we will reap the benefits. He would later inspire us that the fight is here and we must protect our house, and that house is Borinquen! We would raise arms in the wee hours of the 22nd and that meant, we would take over Lares. With rifles at hand and machetes, we were ready. I know my son, Alejandro will be great. Just a child, but I hold so much in his life. My thirty plus year son this earth have made me a person wiser beyond most people, and yet I am still a fool.
As we continued through the night, I saw anyone you could imagine. Slaves, blacks, rich, poor, white, tan, Catholics, priests, women, jornaleros, campesinos, jibaros, everyone. Even Jose the candy man, was there. Funny thing his last name, Wonka, sounds like a good chocolate name, I doubt it can be marketable though. On any matter, I knew our fight was revolutionary. Our fight is among the ones that this great continent will face. Mexico, Argentina, Venezuela, Peru, the United States of America. This is great, a step forward in a new direction. But the only problem is, it didn’t happen. Puerto Rico and its republic, what a dream. I wish it could happen. The revolt was a disaster. The Spanish got us right when we were headed to San Sebastian. It was a total fiasco; I thought we, the resistance, had the surprise in their favor. But it didn’t work. I knew I was going to be caught. So I ran and ran all the way to somewhere in the mountains. Sleeping through the dirt and the cold rain, for 2 days. It’s a good thing I told my wife that my alibi back in Ponce was to be that the business was running low on coffee and that I had to go to the mountains to get coffee. I hope I have a grandson, who goes to one of the best universities in the World, to be an intellect, and to liberate our country. The future lays our independence. But until then, I will try everything to grow my family from here.
Elias Albizu
It’s tough right now, having to deal with the government and the rest of these conservatives. All they want to do is contain the status quo. I cannot stand this anymore as I am trying really hard to raise my family with my own business. The “Grito de Lares” really motivated me into something I want the future of this country to achieve. I hope my children have the same vision that I have for this country. The only thing that I wish is that they can liberate this country, something my generation couldn’t do.
I was there at the 23rd of September. Due to inconveniences, the revolution was accelerated by 6 days and they called everyone to meet in Lares. Rojas spoke to us all telling us it is important we raise our arms today, in the present so that in the future we will reap the benefits. He would later inspire us that the fight is here and we must protect our house, and that house is Borinquen! We would raise arms in the wee hours of the 22nd and that meant, we would take over Lares. With rifles at hand and machetes, we were ready. I know my son, Alejandro will be great. Just a child, but I hold so much in his life. My thirty plus year son this earth have made me a person wiser beyond most people, and yet I am still a fool.
As we continued through the night, I saw anyone you could imagine. Slaves, blacks, rich, poor, white, tan, Catholics, priests, women, jornaleros, campesinos, jibaros, everyone. Even Jose the candy man, was there. Funny thing his last name, Wonka, sounds like a good chocolate name, I doubt it can be marketable though. On any matter, I knew our fight was revolutionary. Our fight is among the ones that this great continent will face. Mexico, Argentina, Venezuela, Peru, the United States of America. This is great, a step forward in a new direction.
But the only problem is, it didn’t happen. Puerto Rico and its republic, what a dream. I wish it could happen. The revolt was a disaster. The Spanish got us right when we were headed to San Sebastian. It was a total fiasco; I thought we, the resistance, had the surprise in their favor. But it didn’t work. I knew I was going to be caught.
So I ran and ran all the way to somewhere in the mountains. Sleeping through the dirt and the cold rain, for 2 days. It’s a good thing I told my wife that my alibi back in Ponce was to be that the business was running low on coffee and that I had to go to the mountains to get coffee. I hope I have a grandson, who goes to one of the best universities in the World, to be an intellect, and to liberate our country. The future lays our independence. But until then, I will try everything to grow my family from here.