Surprise, joy, excitement. Unexpected triumph of the Cuban revolutionary sports. Between ebony and ivory became the Olympic gold. Just two hours and Cuba wore golden robes.
Two sports and Olympic glory. Grips, turns, feints in search of a projection on the mat. Yukos, Wa saris, impose. The Cuban judo came to the top of Olympic podium. A black woman, a Cuban kisses the medal that seemed utopian. Only God above her at the top of the Olympus. Which strong ebony showing her toughness. Humility, simplicity, clinging to the roots. This is our champion. Her mother, father, sister all of them on tenterhooks waiting for the victory. Fiery, determined, combative. So fought Idalis Ortiz Bocourt. Doubts had no margin, did not appear during combat in the Excel Exhibition Centre. She knew she could and could. White flag for her after the golden rule. Jumping for joy, kisses the mat, hugs with Professor Veitia. Guajira, dammit!. Candelaria, Pinar del Rio, Artemisa, Cuba enjoy your entire gold medal. The music of your muscles put rhythm in London and opened in her eyes the brightness of the star alone.
Symbol of poetry in sweat and dedication, passion and vigilance, perseverance and sacrifice. Idalis Ortiz is a London Olympic Champion in the division of more than 78 kilograms. Mischievous smiles and proud. Bite the medal which verse kissing her lips. The Olympic dream is fulfilled in spades.
Stroll the flag with her hands up. Cuba does it with her. Deserve the glory Idalis. Artemisa applaudyou and Candelaria will make an altar down town. There, where the sweet scent of tobacco invited to walk its valleys and streets, as we return for your Olympic glory.
Ebony and ivory between two Cubans, two young men who lead the best island in the medal positions. Leuris Pupo makes history. The Cuban Shooting leaves an indelible mark in the annals of Olympism. The anthem of Bayamo. The tricolor flag on the flagpole waving happily. Tears of joy as an expression multiplied in the face of the young medalist. Peace, warmth, music in every shot. Final alliance between the gun, the target, pupils and Olympic gold. Leuris Pupo owns the gun at 25 meters from the Olympic Games in London.
Each shot was woman's name. The wife, the mother country, the unborn child. Cuba, Cuba is beautiful!. A jump in the medals and we are in 14th place. All shoot with you, Leuris!. We started our emotions fly with the medal that shines in your chest. Holguin waits between portals and parks. Loma de la Cruz is the highest place to expose your gold medal, there where the sky will take care of your glory.
Serenity and confidence accompanied the aim. Made the world record. Who would have thought!. Cuban, Latin American, Third World, Olympic champion in a sport for the rich. That has a name, Revolution.
Leuris Pupo, Thanks!. Kissing the medal whenever you want. Yes, kiss it and save it. Picks up Olympic history today, and forever, as one of its champions. Boy, you made history. Cuba embraces you and watches you proudly.
