Can you imagine how funny Che was? How much time in his life was spent acting silly in comparison to his life spent in war? How many impressions and expressions he could have left in La Sierra Maestra? Can you imagine what kind of a father he was?I have a feeling being a revolutionary involves laughing. The romance that drives an insurgence is akin to a child's love of being wondrous and spontaneous. The limerance that shapes the clandestine is one of uninhibited love. Allowing the revolutions in your heart to produce love is what this refreshing take of Che reminds me of.
Bless.
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