Watching cars run West

The usually noisy and sweet streets
of the small cities in the center of Cuba,
end up almost deserted in the winter months.
I have experienced that extreme quietness.
Scholars are gone to discover the world,
and a peace, a long and estrange absence,
covers walls and sneaks into buildings.
Clubs, cultural spots and sport fields
resemble a carefully organized set
waiting for the actors to go on with the filming.
In the small cities of the center of Cuba
is all waiting and absence in the winter months.
I have experienced that extreme quietness.
February nights, in the isolated corner of Libertad and Paseo,
watching cars run West.
Like watching a fresh-skinned and black-haired girl
walking with pleasure towards another man.



Edel Morales. Viendo los autos pasar hacia Occidente

Translator: Julio César Llópiz.