Narratives On Cuba: Semblances of Colour: Dreaming In Cuban I: 011-NS-DIC-35KC-My-Arm

Often confined to a box of silent voices, whispers abound, as sentiment for the revolution dissipates, as if it were rain falling into the Caribbean. What can we do, but open our eyes and look beyond our window shades, beyond the iconic images of what has been left behind of our revolution, passed the horizon where we dream. Havana, Cuba

Often confined to a box of silent voices, whispers abound, as sentiment for the revolution dissipates, as if it were rain falling into the Caribbean. What can we do, but open our eyes and look beyond our window shades, beyond the iconic images of what has been left behind of our revolution, passed the horizon where we dream.  

Havana, Cuba