GUANTANAMO MON AMOUR
As in the old Alain Resnair movie can no longer say Guantanamo mon amour
and less living a romance under the rubble of a war. If it looks like a city
after a bombing, only the center of Marti Park remosado as an image in
Technicolor for tourists who spend long in their micro refrigerated is pleasing
to the eye. For my house passes a crier selling ice cream in that terrible
summer or offering mangos and dry off season.
Everyone can live as sought. The salary is not enough and must look for
extra money to buy food and clothing. I do not understand the obsession of
guantanamerian _ or will of all the cuban people_ by flattery. The empty stomach
is not seen but a good cowboy brand is displayed with ostentation. Mind of
underdevelopment.
I see the Shell of the Marti park smaller as I saw before and the
parish of Saint Catalina seems a simple chapel
lost in the distance of the field. The source of the Avenue and Ahogados
where I used to sit and take in the fresh, sporting a spectacular architectural
monument that all deformed. Who would think such a landmark is a sculpture. Huambo the movies have had to put a Roman arches for coupling to the
environment. It occupies the space where once was the Luke cinema, an ice cream
shop and a space where exhibitions exemplary cattles take place. It was made
in all that space one movie, small, austere in style Giron or Breztniana
construcion that prevailed in those days.
The worst thing is to have a picture of the past without seeing that
everything changes but change for the worse. The city has become a jumble of
small plate houses of two floors. All the same. The landscape does not change
throughout giving sight. No, I can not say "mom amour Hiroshima" has
not yet been bombed but people walk through the streets as if it were.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
URUGUAYAN CUBAN
GENIUS
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