Happiness

Today will play overwhelm. Today is the day to go outside, mix with people and dance until you fall. Dance to the rhythm of the conga of the holes that will arrive early to stay until too late. He will walk playing and timbales. Sounding flutes and metals. To the sustained rhythm of the songs that everyone will sing. While they will advance down the street, dancing, laughing and COLLANDeither. It is easy to feel good in the middle of the cheerful and casual crowd. The Conga is ours, the Conga makes you feel good. And it will remain far from thought, for a day, the sad memory that the water supply was cut indefinitely. And that, indefinitely, the bread is over. And that it is not yet known when they will arrive at the Los Bean and rice neighborhood warehouse. All that will be seen. But not today. Today is time for joy. To dance with friends and neighbors. All immersed in the bustling crowd that will advance the streets, overwhelming it everything in its time. Inviting whoever wants to join him to continue growing. To form a long braid of color, a plethoric river of movements and musical sounds. That they will rise above all, the roofs of the old houses of Santiago will fly over and they will disperse in the midday air, before leaving the hot land and get lost in the blue of the sea. Los Hoyos neighborhood, Santiago de Cuba. Pepe Navarro