dance in the street in front of an outdoor cafe...wearing what appears to be a bedspread with gladiolas and a palm leaf placed in her cleavage.Many visitors to Cuba quite often comment that the "Cubans" are so warm and friendly...that they are always laughing...a salsa step just 'un ritmo' away. The Cuban spirit is warm, loving and beaten. Most tourists may not realize that they are looked upon as a way to learn a little of life outside of Cuba, enjoy a meal, be given a few dollars, a book already read gifted.
This woman was making a fool of herself...appeared to have been drinking and was being encouraged by the the tourists with clapping and laughter and a few dollars. Why can't they see the struggle behind the smile ...the difficulties facing her everyday...???
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The tear of a clown...when there's no one around.
I wonder are there tears left? To bear witness to these "souls" and wonder if they are numb to the psychological abuse of a life lived controlled, unfulfilled in vain...to not reach your true potential.
Roy:
There are tears left, I have shed a lot for Cuba, and will probably shed more
It's good to cry...keeps us sane inside.
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