Cuba’s beat is the baseball strikes of children playing in the streets with patched, old balls. Cuba’s beat is the shots of impromptu football matches. Cuba’s beat is the incessant roar of the waves against the Malecon; for 500 years tormenting Havana’s face, an old mistress still whimsically beautiful.
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