No, it can't steal tomorrow's joy from us either. True, this year will be different. One of my friends will not be able to squeeze her sister on “her” first second Sunday in May. Another will fill the house with flowers before the temporary closure of the churchyard where she talks with the grandmother who named her. She will dance alone, or with few, because they will do the “big” rumba they don't know when, any day of any month in which we have overcome this new adversity together.

“It seems that when one has children she loves more the freedom …”, said once Amalia Simoni, that illustrious mother and Camagüey´s citizen, moved especially by the courage of independence that her very loved husband and patriot should inject her...

Camagüey.- Already with certain age I throw a glance backwards and feel nostalgia; always under the aegis that every stage of life has its delight. If I remember my childhood, that one that I spent in the share-out La Vigía, with its wide sidewalks where we were playing females and males, I remember I had a wonderful time.