Sometimes pictures speak louder than words. Soil wallow in them, catch them while walking through the streets and observe what happens around me like a play in which every face, every gesture, every event, lies a story that I have to imagine.
Guanabacoa The old neighborhood, the birthplace of secret organizations, drumming and African legends is one of the places but pintorezcos of Havana. However, despite the protection provided by their African gods has not escaped the damage and distress that seems to rule over Cuba.
old youth sitting in their corners to exorcise together unfulfilled dreams and the sad passing of his days locked in a struggle for survival will no longer have the strength. Forgotten by the government alone, some of them even resell soap or toothpaste in the cellars give to procure some money to enable them to buy food. 
Others vanquished and have chosen to beg ...
even some non-gray hair. And it seems far away when my children run to meet me happy in a country free and financially stable ... it seems far away, but it is not.
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