Cuba is not like the leaves, one by one they are decimating the land empty. When you walk its streets full of memories, all of them and worn hanging on clotheslines, I will seek to retain it only for a sip of miracle every step walked in the streets, trails and ponds. will visit just to sit under a palm tree next to the sun and smell the grass again, once again drink spring water, waking up with the roosters and greet and laugh ... once again.
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