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The Heart of Cuba
The warm, humid wind brushes through the sugarcane. A soft, gentle rustling fills the early night. I sit on the terrace of the old Cuban hotel. Calm settles in the large hall. Every now and then, a quiet clicking of billiard balls and calm conversations can be heard from the men playing at the table. Soft laughter and the clinking of glasses filled with rum are audible. The radio is playing, broadcasting the old Cuban love songs with soothing rhythms.
The large garden is laid out wild and exotic.
The heliotrope is in full bloom, and the wind carries its marzipan-like almond scent to me. The air has become sweet and heavy. The night is starry and the moon bright. It casts its silvery light on the adjacent jungle. The jungle. It spreads its own scent of woody notes and spicy vetiver. The sound of wings breaks through. The birds settle down for the night.
Sweet and bitter is the taste on my tongue from the rum and the cigar in my hand. Tobacco smoke wafts through the terrace and the garden. It is the scent of Cuban nights.
Sweet, heavy, spicy, and tobacco-laden is the warm night. Steps behind me. A tender touch on my shoulder. Followed by a calm, feminine voice that whispers softly in my ear...-Peaceful here!-. And I think,...How right she is!
-El latido del corazón de Cuba es más fuerte en la noche.-
-Der Herzschlag von Cuba ist am stärksten in der Nacht.-
The large garden is laid out wild and exotic.
The heliotrope is in full bloom, and the wind carries its marzipan-like almond scent to me. The air has become sweet and heavy. The night is starry and the moon bright. It casts its silvery light on the adjacent jungle. The jungle. It spreads its own scent of woody notes and spicy vetiver. The sound of wings breaks through. The birds settle down for the night.
Sweet and bitter is the taste on my tongue from the rum and the cigar in my hand. Tobacco smoke wafts through the terrace and the garden. It is the scent of Cuban nights.
Sweet, heavy, spicy, and tobacco-laden is the warm night. Steps behind me. A tender touch on my shoulder. Followed by a calm, feminine voice that whispers softly in my ear...-Peaceful here!-. And I think,...How right she is!
-El latido del corazón de Cuba es más fuerte en la noche.-
-Der Herzschlag von Cuba ist am stärksten in der Nacht.-
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