The silhouette
by Juan Carlos Hernandez
Director APLOPRESS.

The body as by inertia one moves, windows that are abren discreetly and doors that are closed of portazo, neighbors that with fear approaches and cars patrol crafts that with their presence and black numbers indicate the magnitude of the event. To the traditional and contagious rate of conga santiaguera, the atmosphere of irredenta city invokes to its ancestors and not only the Earth, the guardroom, guardhouses of the hospitals shakes, also shake. Video of conga santiaguera.

Yambambó, yambambé
Replica the Congo solongo,
repica the black good black;
the Congo solongo of the Songo,
it dances yambó on a foot. ¹

The silhouette of the dagger carved between neck and back, so what rock or rigid marble the body resists to leave the rate of the drums and rugir of the Chinese trompeta.

The black sings and ajuma,
the black ajuma and is sung,
the black sings and it goes away. ¹

But no longer, no longer one goes away and next to the target, the blue yellow and, forgets to love the fellow as to itself and its human misery dims its mind and hardens his undergone heart and what wild one undertakes.  

Tamba, tamba, tamba, tamba,
tamba of the black that falls down;
it falls down of the black, caramba,
caramba, that the black tomb;
yamba, yambó, yambambé!

Leaves, candles, fragrances, necklaces, Ay! ay! ay! , and like Maceo, with as much force in the mind as in the arm, on its shoulders - the lance sank - until ashes of the fire that consumed a caldosa of district and a drink of cheap rum.

One, two, twenty-two. Today the burial left the Alley of Fariñas, a young person of 18 years was called to the glory of the Gentleman, and the Masterful Mountain range, my local newspaper, as usual or to think proprietor of the narrow passage to the brother Guillermo Fariñas, nothing published.

What happens in Santiago of Cuba, who worries about his lady's men, dandies, jineteros, bisexuals, lesbians, homosexuals and metrosexuales, that day to day leave to fight the street to survive or to escape, of them nobody wants to speak. Several tables round government would have to realize to try to justify distraction, suicides, violence, frustration, and desperation in which good part of this youth is sunk that no longer believes in this social project, simply are against and in spite of blows with a cane and dawns in units of police, they continue returning to the park in search of a foreigner, foreigner or both although is of France or Mars.

If of these young people, our experimented press “more described as world� neither murmurs that it will be of other brave boys and girls, who defy day to day to the Security of the State and under the protection of God, try to make see their neighbor and the world the true reality of our nation.

The axiollogy and teach us to the ethics that the values change from a time to another one, to tone with the historical reality that is lived and taking into account the generational interests and the economic, political and social development of the country in a certain period of time, for that reason today ours undergone mother country it is gathering what seeded. And although my balance to the insufficiency of our leaders inclines and to the errors in the administration of each one of the important sectors of the economy of the country, 51 years of communist indoctrination are passing us the account.

The own Robert Fernandez Retamar, in its titled article: Crisis of values in Cuba? , it shows to us that tendencies like, the abandonment of moral convention, norms morals, of social coexistence and mutual respect; and the increase of the bad social conducts, among others, has grown with the Revolution.

As he would say to our National Poet and journalist Nicholas Guillén:

Of Sóngoro cosongo. ¹

1. - Nicholas Guillén, Book of the Sones, Black Song.