Published in / Opublikowane w: Ink Sweat and Tears
Date of publication / Data publikacji: July, 2019
Sorrow crumbles down everywhere.
Gaping holes on Malecon filled with stones.
Yes, Hemingway drank his mojitos and daiquiris here.
Yes, you can drink there too.
Just watch out for rake-thin, sad dogs.
Deserted Plaza de la Revolution still resounds
with Fidel’s speeches.
This city is already an apparition.
This city eats itself.