Havana

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Postcards from Havana

a little further north, where the winds come dry, the people danced in front of a calm and broken sea. His meats were precise and his rhythms, proud of rules, invested without prayers or sex. He smelled of female and shampoo. There we saw an indecent sunset, with a silent and sad family, in which the sun dissolved over six waves.

A Yankee ship in Havana

The afternoon before his arrival there were families looking at the horizon. Do you know if the Yankee ship arrives today?, I asked two couples that I noticed that they did nothing for a few minutes other than watch the coming and going of the waves. "Eso estamos esperando, que llegue", they replied with a half smile. And I looked at his side, for a few minutes, that Havana sea from which Cuban joy hangs in some sadness, on the go and in sinking bodies trying to find some freedom.

300 Days in Havana

There is a kind of syndrome that always attacks the traveler who sets foot in Cuba and that he will not understand until after a while. It is a virus that, once inoculated, It can only grow to devour us. Too many people suffer from it. I also, and irreparably. And it's called nostalgia.
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