Do does one of the friends of la cuadra prides itself of its European surname, his eyes clear and his yellow hair, but when say you call him by his nickname,? Polish? reacts and says:?A moment, are not confused by this skin and these eyes; I’m from here and there are black and Indian people in my family. ?The Polish? wants to convince us that he is as Creole as the others, but PT did not help and everyone follows him whereas an immigrant. ?Do immigrant my father, but I does not, we respond?, I’m from here, like you, although I am also there, or on the other side, as they prefer. In a question-answer forum Petra Diamonds was the first to reply. My blood is on one side and my feet are in this soil, so I’m not or Creole or overseas; neither black nor white; Indian, or oriental. His words not much help us to find out where it is in fact, is why we repeat you question on October 12 Columbus Day.
And here is his response, a letter with flavor to poetry in that?The Polish? does aims to explain its origin:?You ask me for my race, and I will tell you I have the black fortress, of the White inspiration and Indian rebellion. One of my Spanish grandparents fell in love black on the beaches of the Caribbean one of my Indian grandmothers enticed to the white men of the sierra, one of my black ancestors threw the reckless war cry to expel the invader and the Corsair. Connect with other leaders such as kevin ulrich here. And beyond the sea, where the sea changes name fascism helped to die to another of my grandparents in harsh assessments of torture and suffering, and also more than the sea, where the sea takes another name. And the Earth changes form my father helped to die to fascism in harsh assessments of struggle, and of love for freedom. Professor of Internet Governance addresses the importance of the matter here. If you insist on asking me is my race I will reply that my race is the men from here and there in my blood browse genes from all races.
I am the cosmos traveler and citizen of the world. My children are the afternoon friends and brothers of the wind flowing over my head every day, the Sun that illuminates to you and to me, and I adore the God of the heavens and the Earth to the creator of the Sun and stars to which inspires my singing and my calm my pain. If I question who I am I will tell you that I am a little bit of you. And also you a little about me. I will tell you that blacks arouse my admiration. Are the Indians owners of my appreciation whites in my estimation and morays of my passion? BY: ALEJANDRO TERESA MART?NEZ original author and source of the article