GLORIO,FUERON DIAS DE GLORIA EN NUESTRA VIDA,FUIMOS FELICES Y NO LO SABIAMOS #music #rock #youngs #mode #stile #disco AHH ... THE HAPPY AND HEROIC DECADE
FUERON DIAS DE GLORIA EN NUESTRA VIDA,FUIMOS FELICES Y NO LO SABIAMOS
Siempre
alguien traía alguna bebida para alegrar el ambiente. Empezaba la música
Disco y nuestra juventud, nuestra ansia de vivir, nuestra
despreocupación, nos hacía girar y girar como si fuéramos los dueños del
mundo.
La década de los 70 en Guantánamo era única en toda la isla de Cuba.
I know is only
rock’n’roll but I like IT, esa canción de los STONE estará en mis
recuerdos de adolescente cuando nos creíamos los dueños del mundo y
nuestra ingenuidad sin saber que nuestras vidas cambiaría para siempre y
nos desperdigaríamos por el mundo.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAYO,GENIO
#music #rock #youngs #mode #stile #disco AHH ... THE DECADE OF THE 70 IN GUANTÁNAMO,CUBA
AHH ... THE DECADE OF THE 70 IN GUANTÁNAMO
It was the glory days of our lives. It was a very special decade, especially when we were in pre-university and we were grouped in tribes. The girls were Catholic, white, pretty and formal. They were the best grades and they were quiet and well-groomed. Some of their pride did not allow the males with the cojones well put near them. Some had boyfriends of years superior and so haughty as they.
Another tribe were the girls in the pile where black, jabas and mulattoes existed. Here there were some with fame of futas and lesbians. This tribe was the largest, they got bad grades and it was the group that organized the private parties on Saturday nights and dressed in style. It was the time of the hairstyles spell droons, in men their heads looked like balls and their bell-bottoms and tight shirts seemed out of the top of a vinyl.
But those of us who truly felt like Gods were the ones who listened to AFRTS, the American naval station that listened perfectly throughout Guantanamo and put the Hit Parade on Sundays and updated music every day. There was always someone who recorded that American music that made us crazy. There was also American television that looked nebulous but allowed us to watch the Soul Train dance program that taught us the style that those times were being danced in America.
Someone always brought some drinks to brighten up the atmosphere. Disco began and our youth, our eagerness to live, our unconcern, made us spin and spin as if we were the owners of the world.
The decade of the 70 in Guantanamo was unique in all the island of Cuba. I know it's only rock'n'roll but I like it, that song will be in my teenage memories when we thought we were the owners of the world.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN
GENIUS
It was the glory days of our lives. It was a very special decade, especially when we were in pre-university and we were grouped in tribes. The girls were Catholic, white, pretty and formal. They were the best grades and they were quiet and well-groomed. Some of their pride did not allow the males with the cojones well put near them. Some had boyfriends of years superior and so haughty as they.
Another tribe were the girls in the pile where black, jabas and mulattoes existed. Here there were some with fame of futas and lesbians. This tribe was the largest, they got bad grades and it was the group that organized the private parties on Saturday nights and dressed in style. It was the time of the hairstyles spell droons, in men their heads looked like balls and their bell-bottoms and tight shirts seemed out of the top of a vinyl.
But those of us who truly felt like Gods were the ones who listened to AFRTS, the American naval station that listened perfectly throughout Guantanamo and put the Hit Parade on Sundays and updated music every day. There was always someone who recorded that American music that made us crazy. There was also American television that looked nebulous but allowed us to watch the Soul Train dance program that taught us the style that those times were being danced in America.
Someone always brought some drinks to brighten up the atmosphere. Disco began and our youth, our eagerness to live, our unconcern, made us spin and spin as if we were the owners of the world.
The decade of the 70 in Guantanamo was unique in all the island of Cuba. I know it's only rock'n'roll but I like it, that song will be in my teenage memories when we thought we were the owners of the world.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN
GENIUS
Friday, September 24, 2021
THE RIVER,BY ORLANDO VICENTE,CUBA
FRIDAY, APRIL 28, 2017
#music #rock #youngs #mode #stile #disco AHH ... THE DECADE OF THE 70 IN GUANTÁNAMO,CUBA
AHH ... THE DECADE OF THE 70 IN GUANTÁNAMO
It was the glory days of our lives. It was a very special decade, especially when we were in pre-university and we were grouped in tribes. The girls were Catholic, white, pretty and formal. They were the best grades and they were quiet and well-groomed. Some of their pride did not allow the males with the cojones well put near them. Some had boyfriends of years superior and so haughty as they.
Another tribe were the girls in the pile where black, jabas and mulattoes existed. Here there were some with fame of futas and lesbians. This tribe was the largest, they got bad grades and it was the group that organized the private parties on Saturday nights and dressed in style. It was the time of the hairstyles spell droons, in men their heads looked like balls and their bell-bottoms and tight shirts seemed out of the top of a vinyl.
But those of us who truly felt like Gods were the ones who listened to AFRTS, the American naval station that listened perfectly throughout Guantanamo and put the Hit Parade on Sundays and updated music every day. There was always someone who recorded that American music that made us crazy. There was also American television that looked nebulous but allowed us to watch the Soul Train dance program that taught us the style that those times were being danced in America.
Someone always brought some drinks to brighten up the atmosphere. Disco began and our youth, our eagerness to live, our unconcern, made us spin and spin as if we were the owners of the world.
The decade of the 70 in Guantanamo was unique in all the island of Cuba. I know it's only rock'n'roll but I like it, that song will be in my teenage memories when we thought we were the owners of the world.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN
GENIUS
It was the glory days of our lives. It was a very special decade, especially when we were in pre-university and we were grouped in tribes. The girls were Catholic, white, pretty and formal. They were the best grades and they were quiet and well-groomed. Some of their pride did not allow the males with the cojones well put near them. Some had boyfriends of years superior and so haughty as they.
Another tribe were the girls in the pile where black, jabas and mulattoes existed. Here there were some with fame of futas and lesbians. This tribe was the largest, they got bad grades and it was the group that organized the private parties on Saturday nights and dressed in style. It was the time of the hairstyles spell droons, in men their heads looked like balls and their bell-bottoms and tight shirts seemed out of the top of a vinyl.
But those of us who truly felt like Gods were the ones who listened to AFRTS, the American naval station that listened perfectly throughout Guantanamo and put the Hit Parade on Sundays and updated music every day. There was always someone who recorded that American music that made us crazy. There was also American television that looked nebulous but allowed us to watch the Soul Train dance program that taught us the style that those times were being danced in America.
Someone always brought some drinks to brighten up the atmosphere. Disco began and our youth, our eagerness to live, our unconcern, made us spin and spin as if we were the owners of the world.
The decade of the 70 in Guantanamo was unique in all the island of Cuba. I know it's only rock'n'roll but I like it, that song will be in my teenage memories when we thought we were the owners of the world.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN
GENIUS
MONDAY, MARCH 6, 2017
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 2017
#cuba A DAY IN A RIVER OF GUANTANAMO WITH THE FAMILY
A DAY IN A RIVER OF GUANTANAMO WITH THE FAMILY
After
18 years without visiting the island of Cuba from Uruguay I am given
permission to go. Without fear of the gendarmes I stroll through the
city of Guantánamo.
The family decides to go to the river, not a river like the ones
here, but something like a flowing stream that reaches the waist.
My nephew Joe, as a good Cuban, has been hired and he has
transformed a Chevrolet 50 'truck into a modern transport trailer to
give trips to Havana to earn a few dollars that do not come badly.
It is unbearably hot. We take a pork already cooked, rice, beans and
pintones platanos. I go ahead with the driver who is my cousin. On the
way we bought beer and put it in a tub of hard plastic and sawdust. My
mother goes to my side and squeezes against me as if to lose me.
Along the way there are tamarind trees full of fruits and more in front of colorful mangoes than here in Uruguay rarely seen.
Climbing the hill of La Herradura I see the buildings far away from
the American Naval Base that brings me traumatic memories.
At last we arrived at an entrance where a truck easily fits and we
entered through it to an esplanade surrounded by mangroves in full
parity.
We go down and that looks like an army. The children run to the fruits
and the elders to the river. There we ordered. Ruben my brother makes a
fire with wood and places the meat on a barbecue. While my wife,
discreet not to attract attention, goes peeling the bananas and my
mother-in-law prepares the rice with beans.
My brother, who also lives in Uruguay, has brought his Uruguayan wife
who is fed up with mangoes in the river: red, large, pulpy mangoes,
difficult to resist temptation. Then she would pay for it with
uncontrollable diarrhea, she does not have enzymes to digest such a
load.
I enter the water with my son Orlandito and we frolic joyfully, then
joins my daughter Jennifer and we water like three children. And the
rest of the family comes: Joe and his wife and their children and other
cousins to bathe and keep their backs under the water because the sun
burns. I sit next to mama and my Uruguayan brother and we throw it to
the river with clothes and all. She complains but it shows she likes it.
They are taking out the cold beers They are delicious! I follow in the
water looking at my children and my heart is oppressed. It's a good
thing my face is wet and you can not see the tears.
They call us to eat. The congrí with platanoes pinton is good and the
piece of suckling is the best. I get sick until I do not give more. So
do the others. I take pictures of the groups in different tasks and have
fun in the water. I look at my children below the water and look like a
dilute kaleidoscope that has been wet forever.
After waiting a while we are going to bathe and let ourselves be
dragged by the current a few meters without losing sight of us. The boys
have brought a bottle of Habana Club and making a circle go passing one
by one while joking joyfully. I do not participate, I'm sitting next to
my mother and I put an arm over her shoulder. My other brother does the
same.
Nightfall. The boys pick up handles mangoes to take them home and keep
eating. We are back in the middle of the night. My wife prepares a red
bean stew that I like. Already bathed, I go out to the corridor to take
the cool and I do not know why I am annoying. I miss Uruguay. I feel
that after 18 years I have taken root there, it is where I belong and
that Guantánamo I go as a tourist.
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2017
#Uruguay #puntadeleste SUMMER PUNTAESTEÑO SEEN BY A GUANTANAMERO
SUMMER PUNTAESTEÑO SEEN BY A GUANTANAMERO
It is full summer in Punta del Este. The sun bites the skin and the sea is bluer. The atmosphere has changed. We are invaded by Argentinian and Brazilian tourists with their convertible Audi and Mercedes Benz. It is a delight to see them roam the streets at full speed.
The Cacho's Post has opened for the season. The sight rejoices between so much greenness and the color of the fruits, some exotic for me.
I go to the beach, to La Mansa which is more quiet and has a better view with the island of Gorriti and the cruises to the front. They have built a wooden walkway along the beach where tourists on foot can admire the view and stroll along the entire shore. I wear short , t-shirt and slippers and my digital photo camera.
No one is bathing despite the prevailing heat. I go down to the shore and put my feet in the water. This frost! How can it be? It seems that Antarctica is closer than the tropics.
There are umbrellas lined up everywhere where the richest classes sit down to sunbathe, especially in front of the Casino Conrad Hotel which has a hostel in front of the other side of the promenade, near the shore and two flags announcing the rum Havana Club to cool off with a Cuban daiquiri or mojito. This reminds me of my land.
I see the water skis lined up near the shore ready to be rented. In the sea, at a short distance, I see two motorcycles competing in a mad and humid race towards eternity if they do not slow down.
I stop to enjoy a mojito. They are not like those of Cuba, they lack the file as Hemingway liked in the Floridita of Habana. Anyway, ice and yerba Buena and sugar make the taste delicious. I take it by sips, so that it is eternal, so that it never ends.
The sun burns the skin, I do not have time to travel all the beach until arriving at the port where lined luxury yachts and other more discreet. I take some photos to remember that hot afternoon on the beach in the middle of Punta del Este when I am older, if God permits.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN,GENIUS
TUESDAY, JANUARY 10, 2017
#cuba #education EDUCATING MY NEIGHBORS
EDUCATING MY NEIGHBORS
When I was a child my house was the largest on the block and the middle class was not very abundant.
We had a television that Mom with her good heart opened the door so that the boys in the neighborhood - mostly barefoot - would enter to see The Adventures of 7:30.
We had a telephone and every month a trouble was formed at the time of paying the bill because it was always a long distance that cost more money and nobody was responsible.
Mom paid.But the major lesson was when it came to using the refrigerator. Several neighbors kept meat wrapped in a nylon in the freezer. This was great one, a wide and deep kelvinator.
Nothing happened until one day a neighbor who was very poor and had several children took the meat of another who was very respectful and was called Sonia.
When Sonia came to get her share of meat at lunchtime it was gone. The only explanation is that the neighbor who had several children had taken it and as the portion was large began to cook. I went to the poor house and explained problem and the poor neighbor became the one who had not noticed but in the pan fried Sonia's big steak. She had to remove the fragrant meat from the frying pan and I took it to Sonia who looked bad.
We interchanged the meats. At least Sonia had saved oil.
When my father learned of the matter he forbaded the transfer to the cold, the use of the telephone to strangers and closed the door at the time of the Adventures which lost fun to the children who had to look standing by the blinds.The neighbors involved were no longer spoken. Mom almost did not leave the house and we contract a young girl with bed to take care of those necessities.
Never again did the neighbors use the refrigerator or speak to my Mother who received a lesson: you can not be so silly with the neighbors.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN
GENIUS
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YOUNG . I know it's only rock'n'roll but I like it, that song will be in my teenage memories when we thought we were the owners of the world. DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ CUBAN URUGUAYAN GENIUS
#music #rock #youngs #mode #stile #disco AHH ... THE DECADE OF THE 70 IN GUANTÁNAMO,CUBA
AHH ... THE DECADE OF THE 70 IN GUANTÁNAMO
It was the glory days of our lives. It was a very special decade, especially when we were in pre-university and we were grouped in tribes. The girls were Catholic, white, pretty and formal. They were the best grades and they were quiet and well-groomed. Some of their pride did not allow the males with the cojones well put near them. Some had boyfriends of years superior and so haughty as they.
Another tribe were the girls in the pile where black, jabas and mulattoes existed. Here there were some with fame of futas and lesbians. This tribe was the largest, they got bad grades and it was the group that organized the private parties on Saturday nights and dressed in style. It was the time of the hairstyles spell droons, in men their heads looked like balls and their bell-bottoms and tight shirts seemed out of the top of a vinyl.
But those of us who truly felt like Gods were the ones who listened to AFRTS, the American naval station that listened perfectly throughout Guantanamo and put the Hit Parade on Sundays and updated music every day. There was always someone who recorded that American music that made us crazy. There was also American television that looked nebulous but allowed us to watch the Soul Train dance program that taught us the style that those times were being danced in America.
Someone always brought some drinks to brighten up the atmosphere. Disco began and our youth, our eagerness to live, our unconcern, made us spin and spin as if we were the owners of the world.
The decade of the 70 in Guantanamo was unique in all the island of Cuba. I know it's only rock'n'roll but I like it, that song will be in my teenage memories when we thought we were the owners of the world.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN
GENIUS
It was the glory days of our lives. It was a very special decade, especially when we were in pre-university and we were grouped in tribes. The girls were Catholic, white, pretty and formal. They were the best grades and they were quiet and well-groomed. Some of their pride did not allow the males with the cojones well put near them. Some had boyfriends of years superior and so haughty as they.
Another tribe were the girls in the pile where black, jabas and mulattoes existed. Here there were some with fame of futas and lesbians. This tribe was the largest, they got bad grades and it was the group that organized the private parties on Saturday nights and dressed in style. It was the time of the hairstyles spell droons, in men their heads looked like balls and their bell-bottoms and tight shirts seemed out of the top of a vinyl.
But those of us who truly felt like Gods were the ones who listened to AFRTS, the American naval station that listened perfectly throughout Guantanamo and put the Hit Parade on Sundays and updated music every day. There was always someone who recorded that American music that made us crazy. There was also American television that looked nebulous but allowed us to watch the Soul Train dance program that taught us the style that those times were being danced in America.
Someone always brought some drinks to brighten up the atmosphere. Disco began and our youth, our eagerness to live, our unconcern, made us spin and spin as if we were the owners of the world.
The decade of the 70 in Guantanamo was unique in all the island of Cuba. I know it's only rock'n'roll but I like it, that song will be in my teenage memories when we thought we were the owners of the world.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN
GENIUS
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