A Dozen Years, A Million Miles Away

The old men, finding a fountain of youth in an audience…the sly looks that erase decades from their faces. And glimpses of a Cuba that no celebrity will see – the real life, the sad reflection of corruption and a weary people.

And Ibrahim…a second youth in the oldest of age.

Go ahead, play the music, and dance around the kitchen with someone you love. Or even like just a little. They’ll grow on ya before the tunes fade. I don’t what it is about that island rhythm but it is infectious, seductive…and, yes, melancholy.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s