I thought I saw in the Malecon of Havana a wall facing the sea, a stone scar from which Cuba looks at a freedom always distant. It was Lourdes, Cuban of those who do not carry the island in the passport but in the voice, who corrected me with a phrase that still accompanies me: it is not a wall, it is “the sofa of the people”. The Malecon runs in front of the water like an extended arm, and on his stone back sits, late after late, an entire vill…
I thought I saw in the Malecon of Havana a wall facing the sea, a stone scar from which Cuba looks at a freedom always distant. It was Lourdes, Cuban of those who do not carry the island in the passport but in the voice, who corrected me with a phrase that still accompanies me: it is not a wall, it is “the sofa of the people”. The Malecon runs in front of the water like an extended arm, and on his stone back sits, late after late, an entire vill…