Havana.
Havana, Cuba.
2014
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“Through the veins of Cuba, blood does not flow, but fire: melodious fire that melts textures and obstacles, which prevents moderation and, often, reflection. But we are like that, and that is our greatest charm and defect: we are made of music.”
Daína Chaviano
Cuban writer.
Havana, Cuba.
2014
“Through the veins of Cuba, blood does not flow, but fire: melodious fire that melts textures and obstacles, which prevents moderation and, often, reflection. But we are like that, and that is our greatest charm and defect: we are made of music.”
Daína Chaviano
Cuban writer.
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